Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Artist: Scarface f/
by: [email protected]

1]
When I was in the grade, these niggas was bitch made
They was science, I was thinking get paid
I always kept a to get doe
Like the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go
I use to run a route
But that ain't pay me enough, I was on the bus
My momma would always tell me you rush to get old
But did I listen to the shit I was told
I was a ghetto boy long before the rap group
I use to take my lunch and pitch it
I stayed on suspension, I fuckin' with school
Truant officers be chasin' me, I'd 'em the blues
Hit the pipes off of Roomer to pass the time
Shoot the and walk 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 fish in my pocket
back to the southside walking home from Watkins
I stopped to see the homies off of Huckala
All you game in the yard bumpin' this beat

[Chorus:
Ever since I could remember I on my grind,
All the
Nothing but paper and pussy and the things on my mind
I had to
By any necessary I had to go out and get it
And back wit it, thug 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 started up, serving the hypes
I was seeing more doe than I 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 how I got that shit
'Cause other day I had to buy new kicks
Older steppin' to me as if I was the man
Getting telephone calls from my uncle's
I'm sixteen years old, game so throwed
I was parking niggas frontin' me and they hoes
I moved out, rented a house
I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' seventeen from an
We cop ya fulla spray, I'm moving big weight
But that was back in the days, nobody thought a dope case
all mapped out, get in get out
They giving mutha fuckas ten years for 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 out with bread you couldn't spend it
In the beginning niggas had they whole hoods
Wit that Montana disease like "fuck it"
And drug just 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
Finta my ends, finta get this Benz
Stopped 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
Wouldn't you know, the cop done pulled me my man
I got a brand new plan take this shit to the
Stop an Sony's and give it back I'll 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
in my room then whooped out the scale and the blow
There's a at the door, I grabbed the four-four
It was the who set me up down on the floor