Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Artist: Scarface f/
by: [email protected]

1]
When I was in the sixth grade, niggas was bitch made
They was science, I was thinking get paid
I always kept a to get doe
Like selling the same shit I use to steal outta stop-n-go
I use to run a route
But ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus
My momma would tell me don't you rush to get old
But rarely did I listen to the shit I was
I was a ghetto boy long before the rap existed
I use to my lunch money and pitch it
I stayed on suspension, I ain't with school
Truant be chasin' me, I'd give 'em the blues
Hit the off of Roomer just to pass the time
Shoot the shit and to Shamrock, stole me a wine
Get smashed and hit the bus when school let out
Get off at tina house and bust cot
Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like in my pocket
Then back to the southside walking home from
I to see the homies off of Huckala street
All you in the front yard bumpin' this beat

[Chorus:
Ever I could remember I been on my grind,
All the
but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind
I had to
By any necessary I had to go out and get it
And come back wit it, life I was wit it
My and my word told a nigga that the world was mine
why I stay on the grind

2]
I remember when the dope started up, serving the hypes
I was seeing more doe I ever seen in my life
I was rocking up eightballs and the shake
Kept a in my pocket, twenty more in the safe
I had my grandmother guessing how I got shit
'Cause every day I had to buy new kicks
Older cats to me as if I was the man
Getting calls from my uncle's friends
I'm sixteen years old, with so throwed
I was parking frontin' me and fucking they hoes
Eventually I moved out, a house
I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' seventeen from an
We cop ya pots fulla spray, I'm moving big
But that was back in the days, thought about a dope case
all mapped out, get in get out
They giving mutha ten years for each rock
It's fucked ain't it, but I'm lookin' at the picture they painted
They hanging all these niggas who's was dope gamin'
The epidemic had you locked if you was in it
And even if you stepped out bread you couldn't spend it
In the beginning niggas had they whole flooded
Wit that Montana disease like "fuck it"
And drug wars another day in the life
You fucked over me, I fucked you, done gave me the

3]
I'm up and down I-10, a car full of hens
check my ends, finta get this Benz
Stopped short of my drop spot by red flashing
I'm dirty, and if he wants to I'ma blast him
I roll the down so I can show him my hands
you know, the cop done pulled me over my man
I got a brand new plan take this to the line
Stop an Sony's and it back I'll give you a dime
ten thousand you can go to work for a week
Take time off to think, I'll even throw in a key
He stopped at the mo', I him the doe
Checked in my room then whooped out the scale and the
There's a knock at the door, I the four-four
It was the homeboy who set me up down on the