Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Get It

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

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

1]
I'm on the road to success, I to be the best
I never settle for less, if I'm broke I rest
A in the flesh, and I'm smoking on the best
Cuz I deal 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 last breath, then its in peace I rest
I'm with that bread like a chef when he cook
Now I'm back to paper like I'm reading a book

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

There aint no excuse for these 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 get them dollar signs, all of every kind
Partner, I need mine even nickels and them dimes
I'm out on the grind, staying every I find
Going get it myself, there aint no to try and stand in line

I never fall behind, and yeah I'm full of purple slim
But I dead yet, I'm just fine
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 as opportunity knock, I'ma get that gwop
And give it all that I got until my coffin
The sun I'm the first hustler on the block
And the sun set, I'm still out here on the clock

I'm to hustle for them tickets like a traffic cop
I gotta hustle and get it partner I stop
I take that paper real serious like shoot
up loot all around the 16 route

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

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

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

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