Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin

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

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

Ras Kass (Bad Azz)]
And all the say
(Get your grind on, just get grind on)
And all the say
(Get your grind on, get your grind 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 to the basics
I smack a rapper's ass a dominatrix
is cruel, faces and misdemeanor cases
More chedda, the better
trunk 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 Tree
One on Crenshaw, one on one-two
Walkin in a B-Boy stance, holdin my
I'm sick, flippin scripts like nixel plicks on
If ridin on my Navy, like fleas and tits
You to just, catch us in the club
Tear minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I'm bendin 'em
And it don't stop, til the fat sing
But where Roseanne Barr at any way?

[Ras
A material girl in a material
Read her lips from 'cross the crowd, she said me your world
But you can have a piece of my love
I gets my swerve on D.U.I.
True lies between two thighs, no 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 hits like a fly
Kick it to up hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dollar dress
And still got five on it
get it twisted, why you over 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 strobe
Yeah, I'm knowin, that's why women keep they panty lines
Grindin, and grindin, and