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 grind
I'ma put it down, gotta get

I get mine, gotta, gotta get mine
I'ma put it down, I get mine
gotta, gotta get mine, gotta, get mine
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 cant
A hustler in the flesh, and I'm smoking on the
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 dying breath, then its in peace I
I'm working with that like a chef when he cook
Now I'm to flipping paper like I'm reading a book

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

There aint no excuse for 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 up close, say I gotta get it

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

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 atleast a nine
Cuz haters trying to block my shine, like mini (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 hustler on the
And when the sun set, I'm still out here on the

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

3]
I know the world in a recession, but I'm still
Take heed to my confession, never fall to
I learn life's lesson if you keep on pressing
eventually end up on top like salad dressing

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

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

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