Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin'

Yo, I go by the
(I'm yo' Pusha) Of Pharrell the Neptunes
And I just let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha)
The world is about to
(I'm yo' Pusha)
That they've never before, c'mon

ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the neighborhood
Call me sub woofer, 'cause I bass like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm 'cause
Ball 'til you 'cause you could duck to the fetti govs
my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Benz convoys the wagon on the side
big boys keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why
I'm trying to y'all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm
in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the with consistent hits
While keep talking this music shit

Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)

Patty cake, cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them as fast as I can
And you can by how my bread stack up
And in this rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick,
Doing a buck-six me in the cockpit
Grindin' cousin, I got for a dozen
Eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
And my weight, that's just as heavy as my
So much dough, I can't swear I won't
Excuse me if my wealth got me of myself
Cocky, something that I just can't
'Specially when them 20's is spinning windmills
And the ice 32 below minus the wind
Filthy, the word that best me
I'm grinding man, y'all never mind me

Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know I keep in a linin' (Whooof)
Niggas stay in line, when (Whooof)
you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!)

(Grindin') Grindin', when you know I keep in a linin' (Whooof)
better stay in line, when (Whooof)
When you see a nigga me shinin' (Grinding!)

My grind's 'bout family, never been about
From days I wasn't there was always 'caine
and a half will get you in the game
Anything less is just a goddamn
Guess the weight, my got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the
Consider my raw the icing on the cake, I'm Grinding

I 'caine like a cripple
Balance weight the hood
Kids me Mr. Sniffles, other hand on my nickel
Plated whistle, one eye closed hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an
Lose soul in whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin', I'm grindin' Jack

Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know what I keep in a (Whooof)
Niggas better stay in line, (Whooof)
When you see a nigga me shinin' (Grinding!)

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know what I keep in a (Whooof)
Niggas stay in line, when (Whooof)
When you see a nigga me shinin' (Grinding!)