Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin

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

[Ras
It's the you love to hate, '98
Now how much can one black nigga take
Jag XK8 wit customized plates
Playmates out my birthday cake
See we be on one, so raise the
Or we gon the club up, hosin daisy dukes
I made you lose, juice mixed wit Indo
I be doin my thug dizzo, that's for
C Arson baby, born and
in the Kay kays, when we was babies
Now, I get around like a
Squeezin on ya lady fat ass like a
Latino cute, she was built somethin
21, had a and a bellybutton pierced
Playa, I think your wifey politely bite me
Play Marv Albert, but that boo, blow lightly

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

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

[Ras
A material in a material world
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.
True lies two thighs, no shame in my game
to take over the world like Pinky and the Brain
Gotta get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. like Estrada
And gotta get a lotta like 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 lookin at me
If you ain't comin tonight, let's get it on tonight
it on the Alize, Moet, the Chronic, the mic and strobe lights
Yeah, I'm knowin, that's why women they panty lines showin
Grindin, and grindin, and