Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Artist: f/ Z-Ro
by: [email protected]

1]
When I was in the sixth grade, niggas was bitch made
They was thinking science, I was get paid
I always kept a to get doe
Like selling the same shit I use to steal from outta
I use to run a paper
But that 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 to the shit I was told
I was a ghetto boy long the rap group existed
I use to take my lunch and pitch it
I on suspension, I ain't fuckin' with school
Truant officers be chasin' me, I'd give 'em the
Hit the pipes off of Roomer just to the time
Shoot the and walk to Shamrock, stole me a wine
Get and hit the bus stop when school let out
Get off at house and bust that cot
Walk up Ridgemont smelling like fish in my pocket
Then back to the southside walking home from
I stopped to see the homies off of street
All you game in the front yard bumpin' this

[Chorus:
Ever since I could I been on my grind,
All the
Nothing but paper and 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 balls and my word told a that the world was mine
why I stay on the grind

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

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