Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin

[Hook: Da
If you like you see, make a movie
Get ya grind on, playa haters, always
It's about fun, money, layin in the cut
We you need, now what's up

Kass]
It's the you love to hate, '98
Now how much cheese can one black take
Jag XK8 wit customized plates
Playmates out my birthday cake
See we be on one, so raise the
Or we gon tear the club up, daisy dukes
I made you lose, orange mixed wit Indo
I be doin my dizzo, that's for shizzo
C Arson baby, and raised
in the Kay kays, when we was babies
Now, I get like a circle
Squeezin on ya fat ass like a girdle
Latino cute, she was somethin fierce
21, had a tongue and a pierced
Playa, I think your wifey politely bite me
Play Marv Albert, but that hurt boo, blow

Ras Kass (Bad Azz)]
And all the say
(Get grind on, just get your grind on)
And all the say
(Get your grind on, get your grind on)
And say
(Get your grind on, just get grind on)
And all the say
(Get your on, just get your grind on)

Kass]
Let's you back to the basics
I smack a ass like a dominatrix
Life is cruel, faces and cases
More chedda, the better
Family tight,
wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight
I'm flossin in Vegas, dream come true
a '98 cream, V1-2
Of course, you be me in one two
Or me, three, lazer cut key boo, one on Tree
One on Crenshaw, one on one-two
in a B-Boy stance, holdin my dick
I'm sick, flippin scripts like plicks on chicks
If ridin on my Navy, like fleas and tits
You to just, catch us in the club
Tear minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I'm bendin 'em
And it don't stop, til the fat lady
But where Roseanne at any way? Knowhatimean?

[Ras
A girl in a material world
Read her from 'cross the crowd, she said give me your world
But you can a piece of my love tonight
I gets my on like D.U.I.
True lies two thighs, no shame in my game
Tryin to take the world like Pinky and the Brain
Gotta get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. like Estrada
And get a lotta hits like a fly swatter
Kick it to up scale hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dress
And still got five on it
Don't get it twisted, why you there lookin at me
If you ain't comin home tonight, get it on tonight
Blame it on the Alize, Moet, the Chronic, the mic and strobe
Yeah, I'm knowin, that's why women keep panty lines showin
Grindin, and grindin, and