Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Get It

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

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

1]
I'm on the to success, I strive to be the best
I never settle for less, if I'm broke I rest
A hustler in the flesh, and I'm smoking on the
Cuz I with lots of stress, out here on this paper quest

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

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

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

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

I never fall behind, and yeah I'm full of that purple
But I aint dead yet, I'm just
I'm still in my prime, so I pack a nine
Cuz haters to block my shine, like mini blinds (I gotta get it)

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

I'm trying to hustle for them tickets a traffic cop
I gotta and get it partner I never stop
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 still
heed to my confession, never fall to oppression
I learn from life's if you keep on pressing
You'll eventually end up on top salad dressing

I'm never guessing, like bye bye faith
And however long the race gotta pace
the haters fall to waist, then my god grant grace
No matter what odds I face I'ma be in place

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

No matter how high the gas I'm still gon drive
crying and complaining partner 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