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, gettin money, in the cut
We everything you need, now up

Kass]
It's the nigga you to hate, '98
Now how much can one black nigga take
Jag XK8 wit customized plates
Playmates jumpin out my birthday
See we be on one, so raise the
Or we gon the club up, hosin daisy dukes
I made you lose, orange juice 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 like a
on ya lady fat ass like a girdle
Latino cute, she was built somethin
21, had a and a bellybutton pierced
Playa, I think your wifey wanna bite me
Play Marv Albert, but that hurt boo, lightly

Ras Kass (Bad Azz)]
And all the say
(Get your on, just get your grind on)
And all the say
(Get your grind on, get your grind on)
And say
(Get your grind on, just get your on)
And all the say
(Get your 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 more
trunk tight,
wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight
I'm flossin in Vegas, like dream come
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 on chicks
If they ridin on my Navy, fleas and tits
You need to just, catch us in the
drunk 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 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 tonight
I gets my swerve on D.U.I.
True lies between two thighs, no shame in my
Tryin to take over the world like Pinky and the
Gotta get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. like Estrada
And gotta get a lotta hits a fly swatter
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 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 keep they panty lines showin
Grindin, and grindin, and