Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin

[Hook: Da
If you like what you see, a movie
Get ya grind on, haters, always lose
about fun, gettin money, layin in the cut
We everything you need, now up

Kass]
It's the nigga you to hate, '98
Now how much cheese can one black take
Jag XK8 wit customized plates
Playmates jumpin out my cake
See we be on one, so the roof
Or we gon the club up, hosin daisy dukes
I you lose, orange juice mixed wit Indo
I be doin my thug dizzo, that's for
C Arson baby, and raised
in the Kay kays, when we was babies
Now, I get around a circle
Squeezin on ya lady fat ass a girdle
Latino cute, she was built fierce
21, had a tongue and a pierced
Playa, I think your wifey politely 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 your on, just get your grind on)
And say
(Get your grind on, just get grind on)
And all the say
(Get your grind on, get your grind on)

[Ras
take you back to the basics
I smack a ass like a dominatrix
Life is cruel, faces and misdemeanor
chedda, the more better
Family tight,
wit my grandma dressin all you on fight night
I'm flossin in Vegas, like come true
Whippin a '98 cream,
Of course, you be me in one two
Or me, three, cut key boo, one on Peach Tree
One on Crenshaw, one on fifth
in a B-Boy stance, holdin my dick
I'm sick, flippin like nixel plicks on chicks
If they on my Navy, like fleas and tits
You need to just, catch us in the
Tear drunk minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I'm 'em
And it stop, til the fat lady sing
But where Roseanne at any way? Knowhatimean?

[Ras
A material girl in a material
her lips from 'cross the crowd, she said give me your world
But you can have a piece of my love
I my swerve on like D.U.I.
lies between two thighs, no shame in my game
Tryin to take over the like Pinky and the Brain
get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. like Eric Estrada
And gotta get a lotta hits a fly swatter
Kick it to up hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dollar dress
And got five on it stress
Don't get it twisted, why you over there 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 they panty showin
Grindin, and grindin, and