Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin' (Selector Remix)

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

From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the
I'm the Pusha
me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy
Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could duck to the fetti
Sorry my love, what I'm through these eyes
Benz convoys the wagon on the side
Only big boys keep on the ride
Chuck Taylor with 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, if I'm hurting
Legend in two games I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the with consistent hits
Pharrell 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 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 with me in the cockpit
Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a
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 I won't change
Excuse me if my wealth got me of myself
Cocky, something that I 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 just grinding man, y'all never me

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

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

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

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

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

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