Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin' (Selector Remix)

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

From ghetto to ghetto, to to yard
I sell it whip on whip, off the hard
I'm the neighborhood
Call me sub woofer, I pump 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 these
Benz with the wagon on the side
Only big keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the
Man, I a buck, why scram?
I'm trying to show y'all who the I am
The is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep talking this shit

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

cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I them cakes as fast as I can
And you can by how my bread stack up
And in this rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, my whip, like my chick, topless
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 heavy as my
So much dough, I can't swear I won't
Excuse me if my wealth got me of myself
Cocky, something that I can't help
'Specially when them 20's is spinning like
And the ice 32 minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word best defines me
I'm just 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 stay in line, when (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, been about fame
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 by the lake
Consider my raw the icing on the cake, I'm Grinding

I 'caine like a cripple
Balance weight the hood
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles, other hand on my
whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an
Lose your soul in 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 I keep in a linin' (Whooof)
Niggas better in line, when (Whooof)
When you see a nigga me shinin' (Grinding!)

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