Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin (reggae Remix)

Yo, I go by the
(I'm yo' Pusha) Of Pharrell the Neptunes
And I just wanna let y'all (I'm yo' Pusha)
The world is to feel
(I'm yo' Pusha)
That never felt before, c'mon

ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I it whip on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the neighborhood
Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy
Ball 'til you fall you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these
Benz convoys with the wagon on the
Only big boys keep on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor the dragon on the side
Man, I a buck, why scram?
I'm trying to show who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm
Legend in two games I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep talking 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 stack up
And disguised in this rap so the back up
it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Doing a buck-six with me in the
cousin, I got hoes for a dozen
Even Eleven-5, if I see ya keep it
And my weight, that's as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't swear I change
Excuse me if my wealth got me of myself
Cocky, that I just can't help
'Specially when 20's is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 minus the wind chill
Filthy, the that best defines me
I'm grinding man, y'all never mind me

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

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

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

My grind's 'bout family, never been about
From days I wasn't there was always 'caine
and a half will get you in the game
Anything less is a goddamn shame
Guess the weight, my got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the
my raw demeanor the icing on the cake, I'm Grinding

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

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

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

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