Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Get It

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

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

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 hustler in the flesh, and I'm smoking on the
Cuz I with lots of stress, out here on this paper quest

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

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

There aint no 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 them nickels and dimes
I'm out on the grind, staying lick I find
Going get it myself, there no time to try and stand in line

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

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

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

3]
I know the in a recession, but I'm still progressing
Take heed to my confession, fall to oppression
I learn life's lesson if you keep on pressing
You'll eventually end up on top like salad

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

They hustle and the haste to feed taste
But me, I got grind out on that paper chase
turn 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
Quite crying and complaining partner swallow your
While you blaming everybody for your bad luck
I'ma be on the up, sun down to sun up... I gotta get it