Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin

[Hook: Da
If you like what you see, make a
Get ya on, playa haters, always lose
It's about fun, 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 nigga
Convertible Jag XK8 wit plates
jumpin 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 thug dizzo, for shizzo
C Arson baby, born and
Back in the Kay kays, when we was
Now, I get around a circle
on ya lady fat ass like a girdle
Latino cute, she was somethin fierce
21, had a tongue and a pierced
Playa, I think wifey wanna politely bite me
Play Marv Albert, but that hurt boo, lightly

Ras Kass (Bad Azz)]
And all the say
(Get grind on, just get your grind on)
And all the say
(Get your grind on, just get your on)
And say
(Get your grind on, just get grind on)
And all the say
(Get your grind on, just get your 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
trunk tight,
wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight
I'm in Vegas, like 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
Walkin in a stance, holdin my dick
I'm sick, flippin scripts like plicks on chicks
If they ridin on my Navy, like fleas and
You need to just, catch us in the
Tear drunk minimum, freak 'em the back, then I'm bendin 'em
And it don't stop, til the fat lady
But Roseanne Barr 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 have a piece of my love
I gets my swerve on D.U.I.
True between two thighs, no shame in my game
Tryin to take over the world like and the Brain
Gotta get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. Eric Estrada
And gotta get a lotta like a fly swatter
Kick it to up scale hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dress
And got five on it stress
Don't get it twisted, why you there lookin at me
If you ain't comin home tonight, let's get it on
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