Luyện nghe bài hát Grill Em

Don't stop, em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, em
Grill em, em, don't stop
that get em sound, this that get it down (down)
This that two we don't shake or spin around (no)
that pick a clown size em up try ya luck
Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya

1]
This that for real, off the charts my nillz
as you get to the lot ock (what) start to grill
Show mark a deal and you got the heart of steel
Scared a clown stare em while the nigga park his wheels (do it)
Then head to the club to show em you a wrecker (wrecker)
Grill the bouncer he tryin to charge you extra (charge me extra)
But next minute he in a mob of heffers (what)
And wanna give you a hastle at that Don
Search and pat ya where, a fag and queer (queer)
Give that fag a have that little cracker scared (scared)
If he talking you can't wear ya hat in here
And that match ya gear (grill em, grill em)
This made for playas in the club waving paper (nope)
is for those stone cold playa haters
Who just playa hate, the spot, place the place
And to lay a scrape or scuff in ya bathing apes (ohh)
See I be on my
Cut you off while you dancing that P-Y-T (come here)
Grill a bartender he wanna see I.D.
And they won't let you in that damn V.I.P. em

This that get em sound, that get it down (down)
This that two step we don't shake or around (no)
This pick a clown size em up try ya luck
Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, em
em, grill em, don't stop

2]
This that mobster shit (right) Tupacalypse (right)
that get in the club bub and pop some shit (huh)
This that I'm here right yeah ya bitch
He got, I got, hate on em cause he rockin it
this nigga think (grill em) we don't feel this chimp (grill em)
I don't feel chimp (grill em) we got bigger nth's (grill em)
(Grill em, em) if he dipped in mink (what)
We goin wild and the crowd till he spill his drink (do it)
Relax you scrap (scrap) look I keep the piece (uhh huh)
We ain't tryin to the peace you can go ahead with that (go head)
We got desserts macs that'll leave you and flat
Fat to skinny, to tall, dogs Spud Webber Shaq (whatever)
Act and get stupid, lets do it
Hands up if the DJ put the to ya music
and lose it (lose it) ohh no whoa yo
Go low and throw bows faster Cupid (hey)
That's what a thug (bout) that's what thuggin bout (bout)
So slouch you's a bad mother (shut your mouth)
They thought it was over till you let the sprout
Clapped a few slugs for shouts the club get out