Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Artist: Scarface f/
by: [email protected]

1]
When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was made
was thinking science, I was thinking 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 ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus
My momma would always tell me don't you to get old
But did I listen to the shit I was told
I was a ghetto boy before the rap group existed
I use to take my lunch money and it
I stayed on suspension, I ain't with school
Truant officers be chasin' me, I'd give 'em the
Hit the pipes off of Roomer just to pass the
Shoot the shit and walk to Shamrock, me a wine
Get smashed and hit the bus stop when let out
Get off at tina house and bust cot
Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like in my pocket
Then to the southside walking home from Watkins
I stopped to see the homies off of Huckala
All you game in the front yard this beat

[Chorus:
Ever since I remember 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 nigga that the was mine
why I stay on the grind

2]
I remember the dope game started up, serving the hypes
I was seeing more doe I ever seen in my life
I was rocking up and knowing the shake
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 calls from my uncle's friends
I'm sixteen years old, with game so
I was parking niggas frontin' me and they hoes
Eventually I out, rented a house
I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' from an ounce
We cop ya pots spray, I'm moving big weight
But that was back in the days, thought about a dope case
It's all 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 done painted
They hanging all these niggas careers was dope gamin'
The crack 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 Antonio Montana disease "fuck it"
And drug wars just another day in the
You over me, I fucked you, done gave me the right

3]
I'm up and down I-10, a car full of hens
Finta check my ends, finta get this
Stopped short of my drop spot by red lights
I'm dirty, and if he wants to I'ma blast him
I the windows down so I can show 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 some 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