Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin (reggae Remix)

Yo, I go by the
(I'm yo' Pusha) Of Pharrell from the
And I just let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha)
The world is about to
(I'm yo' Pusha)
That they've never felt before,

ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the neighborhood
Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy
Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could to the fetti govs
my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Benz convoys the wagon on the side
Only big keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck with the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why
I'm trying to y'all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee
Platinum on the with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep this music shit

Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)

Patty cake, cake, I'm the baker's man
I them cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread up
And in this rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, my chick, topless
Doing a buck-six with me in the
Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a
Even Eleven-5, if I see ya it comin'
And my weight, just as heavy as my name
So dough, I can't swear I won't change
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of
Cocky, something I just can't help
'Specially them 20's is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 minus the wind chill
Filthy, the that best defines me
I'm just man, y'all never mind me

Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know what I in a linin' (Whooof)
Niggas better in line, when (Whooof)
When you see a like me shinin' (Grinding!)

(Grindin') Grindin', when you know what I in a linin' (Whooof)
Niggas better stay in line, (Whooof)
you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!)

My grind's family, never been about fame
days I wasn't able there was always 'caine
Four and a half will get you in the
Anything less is just a shame
the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, gets in the way
Not to the hideaway that rests by the lake
my raw demeanor the icing on the cake, I'm Grinding

I move 'caine like a
Balance through the hood
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles, other on my nickel
whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is an issue
your soul in whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin', I'm grindin'

Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know what I keep in a (Whooof)
Niggas better in line, when (Whooof)
you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!)

Grindin' (Whooof), when you what I keep in a linin' (Whooof)
Niggas better stay in line, (Whooof)
you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!)