Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin

[Hook: Da
If you what 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 nigga you to hate, '98
Now how cheese can one black nigga take
Convertible Jag XK8 wit customized
Playmates out my birthday 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 doin my thug dizzo, for shizzo
C baby, born 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 built fierce
21, had a and a bellybutton pierced
Playa, I think your wifey wanna bite me
Play Marv Albert, but hurt boo, blow lightly

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

Kass]
Let's take you back to the
I smack a rapper's ass like a
is cruel, faces and misdemeanor cases
More chedda, the better
Family tight,
wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight
I'm flossin in Vegas, like dream true
Whippin a '98 cream,
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 B-Boy stance, holdin my
I'm sick, flippin scripts nixel plicks on chicks
If they ridin on my Navy, like and tits
You to just, catch us in the club
drunk minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I'm bendin 'em
And it don't stop, til the fat lady
But where Roseanne Barr at any way?

[Ras
A material 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 my swerve on like D.U.I.
True lies 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 like a fly
Kick it to up hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dollar dress
And still got five on it
Don't get it twisted, why you over lookin at me
If you ain't comin tonight, let's 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 lines showin
Grindin, and grindin, and