Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Artist: f/ Z-Ro
by: [email protected]

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

Z-Ro]
Ever since I could I been on my grind,
All the
Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer on my mind
I had to
By any necessary I had to go out and get it
And come wit it, thug life I was wit it
My balls and my word a nigga that the world was mine
That's why I stay on the

2]
I remember when the dope started up, serving the hypes
I was seeing doe than I ever seen in my life
I was rocking up eightballs and knowing the
Kept a thousand in my pocket, more in the safe
I had my guessing how I got that shit
'Cause every other day I had to buy new
Older steppin' to me as if I was the man
Getting telephone from my uncle's friends
I'm sixteen years old, with so throwed
I was parking niggas frontin' me and fucking hoes
Eventually I out, rented a house
I'm stretching the dope, seventeen from an ounce
We cop ya pots fulla spray, I'm big weight
But that was back in the days, nobody thought a dope case
It's all out, get in get out
giving mutha fuckas ten years for each rock
It's fucked it, but I'm lookin' at the picture they done painted
They all these niggas who's careers was dope gamin'
The crack had you locked if you was in it
And even if you stepped out bread you couldn't spend it
In the niggas had they whole hoods flooded
Wit that Antonio Montana disease "fuck it"
And drug wars another day in the life
You fucked me, I fucked you, done gave me the right

3]
I'm up and down I-10, with a car of hens
Finta my ends, finta get this Benz
short of my drop spot by red lights flashing
I'm dirty, and if he wants to search I'ma him
I roll the windows down so I can show him my
Wouldn't you know, the cop done me over my man
I got a new plan take this shit to the line
Stop an Sony's and it back I'll give you a dime
With ten thousand you can go to work for a
Take some off to think, I'll even throw in a key
He at the mo', I gave 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 who set me up down on the floor