Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

[Opening: Joe
Uh...
Can't really be rap.
You can't even really act like you get it in wit'out a... uh.
(Wait a minute!) (oh ye'), pause.
(Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 [x4]) ya man, Joey!
Reportin' live from the (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live from the belly of the (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live from a hood you (it's... it's...)
Or not so near you.

1: Joe Budden]
L-Look, look...
First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like
I'm more steamrollin' (or...)
like puttin' my foot on the neck of the game until I see it chokin'
I hol' on for dear life, (I mean uh...) the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar
Regarded as the one, music, it's a art ta' son, let's rewind.
See, I was in the projects, left for a new hood
ta' a new state, lookin' for a new pace.
Diamond in the rough, I out amongst the food cache
Swear a friend a mine headlined every news (jhea').
Wit' dreams of bein'
You now checkin' out the new version of Peter Petrelli.
But wait! Wit' a lil' Travis Barker on the
'Cause when it all falls I normally survive.
I'm see a new tax bracket
So never have ta' grab matics
I ain't concerned no rap racket.
So y'all could take my name the mud an' drag it
Spread it ta' the masses, (I'mma) I play it passive.
I got no choice but' walk wit' the lead on me
Life is way too short, too many homies.
(Or...) plus, wit' all the I invest
Everyday a die for less!
(So...) so, if a wann' go ta' war, wave hi ta' Death
I He lives right next ta' me, so He ain't a threat ta' me

He's a beast, a monster, he is insane!
He's an animal, he be tamed!
What rapper you know'll straight on a lame
An' rock on a track, on the game!

(Damn I'm on my grind,
Look like shit is on my mind. [x2])

Yeeeeeah!

2: Joe Budden]
L-Look, look...
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (oh!)
Still plottin' on my big money like he Wesley an' Woody thinkin' how ta' rob a cash train.
on ho's that'll act fain
'Till the whole know his last (wait a minute!)
Still like it ain't no ta'morra'
It ain't y'all, underrated so I overcharge.
Ol' Dodge, off, fuck a station
Get ta' me through the music not a publication (naw).
It's no justification, (but a...) mean wit' the waitin'
(I mean I...) I all my just an' my patience.
That came the crown or the chair or the robe
Nigga, I care what'chu sow (wait a minute!)
let the beast outta' the cage, look at the hunger
Got'chur self inta' shit, look at the plunger.
I'm talkin' 'cause I'm it, entrepreneur Steve Rifkind shit
Though a few haters wann' it.
I'm comin' wit' some different
An' these offices all my paper, that's that ?? shit.
Rapper on 'roids, sick the thoughts (but...)
But ta' keep my name out the mention report.
See I'mma inspiration for a whole
when I'm gone, but my message is indication.
Then you too can the unattainable
(But...) fuck try'nna the unexplainable!

He's a beast, a monster, he is insane!
an animal, he cannot be tamed!
What rapper you know'll straight feast on a
An' on a track, beast on the game!

(Damn I'm on my grind,
Look like shit is on my mind. [x2])

Yeeeeeah!