Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin' (Selector Remix)

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

From ghetto to ghetto, to to yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the
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
my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Benz convoys the wagon on the side
Only big boys keep deuces on the
Gucci Chuck Taylor the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why
I'm trying to show who the fuck I am
The is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block consistent hits
While Pharrell keep talking this shit

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

Patty cake, cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them cakes as as I can
And you can tell by how my stack up
And disguised in this rap so the Feds up
Watch it, like my whip, my chick, topless
Doing a with me in the cockpit
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 much dough, I can't swear I won't
Excuse me if my got me full of myself
Cocky, that I just can't help
'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, never mind me

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

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

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

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

I 'caine like a cripple
Balance weight through the
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles, hand on my nickel
Plated whistle, one eye I'll hit you
As if I was Slick my aim is still an issue
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 what I keep in a (Whooof)
Niggas better stay in line, (Whooof)
When you see a like me shinin' (Grinding!)

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