Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

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

[Verse 1: Joe
L-Look, look...
First off, I'm not competin', I'm more stampeding
I'm more like (or...)
More like puttin' my foot on the neck of the game until I see it
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 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 every news page (jhea').
Wit' of bein' wealthy
You now out the new Jersey version of Peter Petrelli.
But wait! a lil' Travis Barker on the side
when it all falls down I normally survive.
I'm see a new tax bracket
So I'll never ta' grab matics
I ain't wit' no rap racket.
So y'all could my name through the mud an' drag it
it ta' the masses, (I'mma) I still play it passive.
I got no choice but' walk wit' the lead on me
Life is way too short, too dead homies.
(Or...) plus, wit' all the money I
a nigga die for less!
(So...) so, if a nigga wann' go ta' war, 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 rapper you straight 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!

2: Joe Budden]
L-Look, look...
I'm still life in the fast lane (oh!)
plottin' on my big money scheme like he Wesley an' Woody thinkin' how ta' rob a cash train.
Shittin' on ho's that'll act
'Till the whole World his last (wait a minute!)
Still like it ain't no ta'morra'
It over y'all, underrated so I overcharge.
Ol' Dodge, radio off, a station
Get ta' me through the music not a publication (naw).
It's no justification, (but a...) mean enough the waitin'
(I mean I...) I lost all my an' my patience.
That wit'out the crown or the chair or the robe
Nigga, I care what'chu sow (wait a minute!)
They let the outta' the cage, look at the hunger
Got'chur inta' some 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' offices all about 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 attain the
(But...) fuck explain the unexplainable!

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 some shit is on my mind. [x2])

Yeeeeeah!