Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin

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

Kass]
It's the you love to hate, '98
Now how much cheese can one black take
Convertible Jag XK8 wit plates
Playmates out my birthday cake
See we be on one, so the roof
Or we gon tear the club up, hosin dukes
I you lose, orange juice mixed wit Indo
I be doin my dizzo, that's for shizzo
C Arson baby, and raised
Back in the Kay kays, we was babies
Now, I get around a circle
Squeezin on ya lady fat ass like a
Latino cute, she was built somethin
21, had a tongue and a bellybutton
Playa, I think your wanna politely bite me
Play Marv Albert, but hurt boo, blow 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 grind on)

Kass]
Let's you back to the basics
I smack a rapper's ass like a
Life is cruel, and misdemeanor cases
More chedda, the more
Family tight,
wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight
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
Walkin in a B-Boy stance, holdin my
I'm sick, flippin scripts like nixel plicks on
If they ridin on my Navy, fleas and tits
You need to just, us in the club
Tear drunk minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I'm 'em
And it don't stop, til the fat lady
But where Roseanne Barr at any way?

[Ras
A girl in a material world
Read her lips from the crowd, she said give me your world
But you can have a piece of my love
I gets my on like D.U.I.
lies between two thighs, no shame in my game
Tryin to take over the world like Pinky and the
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 dollar dress
And got five on it stress
Don't get it twisted, why you there lookin at me
If you ain't home tonight, let's get it on tonight
Blame it on the Alize, Moet, the Chronic, the mic and lights
Yeah, I'm knowin, that's why keep they panty lines showin
Grindin, and grindin, and