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
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 route
But ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus
My would always 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 group
I use to take my money and pitch it
I stayed on suspension, I ain't 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 walk to Shamrock, me a wine
Get and hit the bus stop when school let out
Get off at house and bust that cot
Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like in my pocket
Then to the southside walking home from Watkins
I stopped to see the off of Huckala street
All you game in the front bumpin' this beat

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

2]
I remember when the game started up, serving the hypes
I was seeing more doe than I ever in my life
I was up eightballs and knowing the shake
Kept a thousand in my pocket, twenty in the safe
I had my guessing how I got that shit
'Cause every day I had to buy new kicks
cats steppin' to me as if I was the man
Getting telephone calls my uncle's friends
I'm sixteen years old, with so throwed
I was niggas frontin' me and fucking they hoes
Eventually I out, rented a house
I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' from an ounce
We cop ya pots fulla spray, I'm moving big
But that was back in the days, nobody thought a dope case
It's all out, get in get out
They giving mutha ten years for each rock
It's 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 even if you out with bread you couldn't spend it
In the beginning niggas had whole hoods flooded
Wit that Antonio Montana like "fuck it"
And drug just another day in the life
You over me, I fucked you, done gave me the right

3]
I'm up and down I-10, with a car of hens
Finta check my ends, finta get Benz
Stopped short of my spot by red lights flashing
I'm dirty, and if he wants to search blast him
I roll the windows down so I can him my hands
Wouldn't you know, the cop done me over my man
I got a brand new take this shit to the line
Stop an Sony's and give it back I'll give you a
ten thousand you can go to work for a week
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 and the blow
a knock at the door, I grabbed the four-four
It was the homeboy who set me up on the floor