Luyện nghe bài hát Grippin Grain

Grippin grain grain
We grain and poppin trunks upon ya
(Them g's are so real)
We thangs sweet reeling round ya corner
(Tell me whats the deal yeah)
We grippin grain and poppin upon ya
(Can you me )
We roll sweet wheelin round ya corner
(Them g's are so real)

Well I'm grippin candy stains presses cuts and pinky rings
Viper jets and choo trains it aint my fault I hog the lane
Living life give me a call
Blind the guard whats boys
Fancy we bring the noise
C-Nile youngster star

We got candy cars body walkie talkies cellulars
remote controls TV with the VCR
Watching a flick school or
Drop platinum hits
my weight get back and braid
Got em all halamade

Millionaire rapstar with Jaguars
Beauty queens with no flaws when I pass they bras
I'm lil made shade all my clothes Taylor made
Lorenzos and razor blades flip and getting paid
Dropping our weight chop a
Blaze the hay got for days
Acrobats Bentley and Jag with the paper tags
Me and ducoup in the coupe drop the top and raise the
Diamond rocks in every c nile all about the loot

Now I sleep at night
Pulling out my ice the day will come for us to ride on
I'm not worried bout a thing diamonds on my pinky ring
We grippin grain and trunks upon ya
Now there was plex with the Eastcoast
But the Southside holding it we grippin grain
We grippin and popping trunks upon ya
I wanna roll with you

We grippin grain down south its time to get paid
Big willie new phillie money hopping on blades
Ass sinking in leather but there aint nuthin
Than a top dropper trunk Down South go getter
No cars in the sun rocks go rockin no fun
Now im my one cause my job is done
Nationwide here I praise wood in my trunk
Swinging wide bubble banging screwed or funked
didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no what they expected
From a nigga whose is strait drug and Benz'
Holding down our plexes swinging wide in my
Smooth spot haters crawl as I floss Texas
Feelin good on the lean tossed up looking
Baggettes 50 rocks in my ring
Though my don't glitter when I'm up on the scene
And they be jockin but Kool-Aid looking clean

They telling me its going down on the of town
We grippin
We grippin grain and trunks upon ya
I just wan to roll you

And now you see just how it goes 3rd coast down for sure
Ain't a on the hoes we throw got wheels and dough
Gotta gleam more it's 3 or 4 CD blowin
My ac blowin candy glowing all the nation
my weight somebody hatin

I'm lil pat carrying yung grippin grain for fun
beatin me in the sun hop out the truck called number one
Playa would good showin off you wish you could
Diamonds up against the
Does his thing near hood
up skated up 20 inch on truck to truck pinky close to clut
You looking real keep showin up
Jump in the hearse driving in circles dropping screen watchin
Turn the channel now im watching
Eject that out cut the verse from the side to back in the Cadillac
Still two corners Mr. Crat
gots a hun' showed sum yung
And the niggas all got lil Barbara
Raise the aint fuck with the real
Flipping 0 seal in the racer feel
Blaze to kill buy here candy red they gots to spill

They telling me its going down on the of town
We grain
We grippin grain and poppin upon ya
I just wan to with you