Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin' (Selector 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 felt before, c'mon

ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the Pusha
Call me sub woofer, 'cause I bass like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy
Ball 'til you fall you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm through these eyes
Benz with the wagon on the side
Only big boys deuces 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 like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent
While Pharrell 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 cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread up
And in this rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick,
Doing a buck-six with me in the
cousin, I got hoes for a dozen
Even Eleven-5, if I see ya it comin'
And my weight, that's as heavy 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 20's is spinning windmills
And the ice 32 minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word 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 I keep in a linin' (Whooof)
Niggas stay in line, when (Whooof)
When you see a nigga me shinin' (Grinding!)

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

My grind's family, never been 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 shame
the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
Glock two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that by the lake
Consider my raw the icing on the cake, I'm Grinding

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

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