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 is about to feel
(I'm yo' Pusha)
That never felt before, c'mon

From ghetto to ghetto, to to yard
I sell it whip on whip, off the hard
I'm the Pusha
Call me sub woofer, 'cause I bass like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm 'cause
Ball 'til you fall 'cause you duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through eyes
convoys with the wagon on the side
Only big boys deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck with the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why
I'm trying to show who the fuck I am
The jewels is me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
on the block with consistent hits
While keep talking this music shit

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

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

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

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

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

My grind's 'bout family, never been fame
From days I wasn't there was always 'caine
Four and a half get you in the game
Anything less is just a shame
Guess the weight, my watch got chips in the face
with two tips, whoever 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 a cripple
Balance weight the hood
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles, other hand on my
Plated whistle, one eye closed hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an
your 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)

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

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