Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin

[Hook: Da
If you what you see, make a movie
Get ya grind on, haters, always lose
about fun, gettin 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 jumpin out my cake
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 dizzo, that's for shizzo
C baby, born and raised
Back in the Kay kays, when we was
Now, I get around a circle
on ya lady fat ass like a girdle
Latino cute, she was built fierce
21, had a tongue and a pierced
Playa, I think your wifey wanna bite me
Marv Albert, but that 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 your grind on, 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 a dominatrix
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 come
a '98 cream, V1-2
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 stance, holdin my dick
I'm sick, flippin scripts like nixel on chicks
If ridin on my Navy, like fleas and tits
You need to just, 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 Barr at any Knowhatimean?

[Ras
A material girl in a material
Read her lips 'cross the crowd, she said give me your world
But you can a piece of my love tonight
I gets my on like D.U.I.
True lies between two thighs, no shame in my
Tryin to over the world like Pinky and the Brain
get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. like Eric Estrada
And gotta get a lotta like a fly swatter
Kick it to up scale hoochies, the one who 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 home tonight, let's get it on tonight
Blame it on the Alize, Moet, the Chronic, the mic and strobe
Yeah, I'm knowin, why women keep they panty lines showin
Grindin, and grindin, and