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 1, 2, 1, 2 [x4]) It's ya man, Joey!
live from the slums (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live from the belly of the (wait a minute!)
live from a hood near you (it's... it's...)
Or not so near you.

[Verse 1: Joe
L-Look, look...
off, I'm not competin', I'm more like stampeding
I'm more steamrollin' (or...)
like puttin' my foot on the neck of the game until I see it chokin'
I hol' on for life, (I mean uh...) the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar none
Regarded as the one, fuck music, a art ta' son, let's rewind.
See, I was born in the projects, for a new hood
ta' a new state, lookin' for a new pace.
Diamond in the rough, I stood out the food cache
Swear a friend a mine headlined news page (jhea').
Wit' dreams of bein'
You now checkin' out the new version of Peter Petrelli.
But wait! a lil' Travis Barker on the side
'Cause when it all falls I normally survive.
I'm try'nna see a new tax
So I'll have ta' grab matics
I ain't concerned no rap racket.
So y'all could take my name through the mud an' it
Spread it ta' the masses, (I'mma) I play it passive.
I got no choice but' walk around the lead on me
Life is way too short, too dead homies.
(Or...) plus, all the money I invest
Everyday a die for less!
(So...) so, if a nigga go ta' war, wave hi ta' Death
I mean He 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 you know'll straight feast on a lame
An' rock on a track, on the game!

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

Yeeeeeah!

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

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

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

Yeeeeeah!