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
was thinking science, I was thinking get paid
I always a plan to get doe
Like selling the same shit I use to steal outta stop-n-go
I use to run a route
But ain't 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 listen to the shit I was
I was a ghetto boy long before the rap existed
I use to take my lunch and pitch it
I stayed on suspension, I fuckin' with school
Truant officers be chasin' me, I'd give 'em the
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 stop when let out
Get off at house and bust that cot
Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like fish in my
back to the southside walking home from Watkins
I to see the homies off of Huckala street
All you game in the front yard bumpin' this

Z-Ro]
Ever I could remember I been on my grind,
All the
Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my
I had to
By any means I had to go out and get it
And come back wit it, thug I was wit it
My balls and my word told a nigga 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 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 grandmother how I got that shit
every other day I had to buy new kicks
Older cats to me as if I was the man
telephone calls from my uncle's friends
I'm sixteen years old, with so throwed
I was parking niggas frontin' me and they hoes
Eventually I moved out, rented a
I'm stretching the dope, seventeen 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
all mapped out, get in get out
They giving mutha fuckas ten for each rock
It's fucked it, but I'm lookin' at the picture they done painted
They hanging all these niggas careers was dope gamin'
The crack epidemic had you if you was in it
And even if you stepped out with bread you couldn't it
In the niggas had they whole hoods flooded
Wit Antonio Montana disease like "fuck it"
And drug wars just another day in the
You fucked over me, I fucked you, done 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 by red lights flashing
I'm dirty, and if he wants to search blast him
I the windows down so I can show him my hands
Wouldn't you know, the cop pulled me over my man
I got a brand new plan take this to the line
Stop an Sony's and it back I'll give you a dime
With ten you can go to work for a week
Take some time off to think, I'll 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 homeboy who set me up on the floor