Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin

[Hook: Da
If you like what you see, 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 nigga you to hate, '98
Now how much cheese can one nigga take
Jag XK8 wit customized plates
Playmates jumpin out my cake
See we be on one, so raise the
Or we gon tear the club up, hosin daisy
I you lose, orange juice mixed wit Indo
I be my thug dizzo, that's for shizzo
C baby, born and raised
Back in the Kay kays, when we was
Now, I get like a circle
Squeezin on ya lady fat ass like a
Latino cute, she was built fierce
21, had a and a bellybutton pierced
Playa, I think your wifey wanna bite me
Play Marv Albert, but that hurt boo, lightly

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

[Ras
Let's take you to the basics
I smack a rapper's ass like a
Life is cruel, faces and cases
More chedda, the better
trunk tight,
wit my dressin all you chickens on fight night
I'm flossin in Vegas, like dream true
a '98 cream, V1-2
Of course, you be me in one two
Or me, three, lazer cut key boo, one on Peach
One on Crenshaw, one on one-two
Walkin in a stance, holdin my dick
I'm sick, scripts like nixel plicks on chicks
If ridin on my Navy, like fleas and tits
You to just, catch us in the club
drunk minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I'm bendin 'em
And it stop, til the fat lady sing
But where Roseanne Barr at any way?

[Ras
A material girl in a world
Read her lips from 'cross the crowd, she give me your world
But you can have a of my love tonight
I gets my on like D.U.I.
True lies two thighs, no shame in my game
Tryin to take over the world Pinky and the Brain
Gotta get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. like Eric
And gotta get a hits like a fly swatter
Kick it to up hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dollar dress
And still got five on it
get it twisted, why you over 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