Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Get It

I gotta get it, I gotta
put it down, I'ma get mine
But you get it, but you gotta grind
I'ma put it down, get mine

I gotta get mine, gotta, get mine
put it down, I gotta get mine
gotta, gotta get mine, gotta, get mine
I'ma put it down, I gotta get

1]
I'm on the to success, I strive to be the best
I settle for less, if I'm broke I cant rest
A hustler in the flesh, and I'm smoking on the
Cuz I deal with lots of stress, out here on paper quest

I'm making progress, and I'm oh yes
And get it to my last dying breath, then its in peace I rest
I'm working with that like a chef when he cook
Now I'm back to paper like I'm reading a book

Staying real with your partners a real good look
But when cash stash low all your boys get shook
I searching for that paper like its Natalie Holloway
8 days a week, and I grind on

There no excuse for these boys to be broke
I know some hustlers in chairs, we get it til we crock
south po, to south postal I gotta stack them C notes
So listen up close, say I get it

2]
I gotta get them signs, all of every kind
Partner, I need mine even nickels and them dimes
I'm out on the grind, staying lick I find
Going get it myself, there aint no time to try and stand in

I fall behind, and yeah I'm full of that purple slim
But I aint dead yet, I'm just
I'm in my prime, so I pack atleast a nine
Cuz haters trying to my shine, like mini blinds (I gotta get it)

As long as opportunity knock, I'ma get gwop
And give it all that I got until my coffin
The sun rise I'm the first hustler on the
And when the sun set, I'm out here on the clock

I'm trying to hustle for them tickets a traffic cop
I gotta hustle and get it partner I never
I take that real serious like Dwight shoot
Stacking up all around the 16 route

3]
I know the world in a recession, but I'm progressing
heed to my confession, never fall to oppression
I from life's lesson if you keep on pressing
You'll end up on top like salad dressing

I'm never second guessing, bye bye faith
And however long the race maintain pace
When the haters fall to waist, my god grant grace
No what odds I face I'ma be in first place

They hustle and the haste to feed expensive
But me, I got grind out there on that paper
They turn they back on clements, but I'm gon ride
Too many fish up in the water to float with the tide

No matter how the gas price I'm still gon drive
Quite crying and complaining swallow your pride
While you blaming everybody for your bad luck
I'ma be on the come up, sun to sun up... I gotta get it