Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin' (remix)

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

ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the
I'm the neighborhood
Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that,
On or off the track, I'm heavy
Ball 'til you 'cause you could duck to the fetti govs
my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Benz convoys with the wagon on the
Only big keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor the dragon on the side
Man, I a buck, why scram?
I'm trying to y'all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting me, 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)

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

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

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

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

My grind's 'bout family, never about fame
From days I able there was always 'caine
Four and a half will get you in the
Anything less is just a goddamn
Guess the weight, my got blue chips in the face
with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway rests by the lake
Consider my raw the icing on the cake, I'm Grinding

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

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

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