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!)
live from the belly of the beast (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live from a near you (it's... it's...)
Or maybe not so you.

1: Joe Budden]
L-Look, look...
First off, I'm not competin', I'm more stampeding
I'm more like (or...)
More like my foot on the neck of the game until I see it chokin'
I hol' on for dear life, (I uh...) the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar none
Regarded as the one, music, it's a art ta' son, let's rewind.
See, I was born in the projects, left for a new
Jetted ta' a new state, for a new pace.
in the rough, I stood out amongst the food cache
Swear a friend a mine headlined every page (jhea').
Wit' dreams of wealthy
You now checkin' out the new Jersey of Peter Petrelli.
But wait! a lil' Travis Barker on the side
'Cause it all falls down I normally survive.
I'm try'nna see a new tax
So never have ta' grab matics
I ain't wit' no rap racket.
So y'all could take my through the mud an' drag it
it ta' the masses, (I'mma) I still play it passive.
I got no choice but' walk around wit' the on me
Life is way too short, too many 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 lives right ta' me, so He ain't a threat ta' me

a beast, he's a monster, he is insane!
He's an animal, he be tamed!
What rapper you straight feast on a lame
An' on a track, beast 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 livin' in the fast lane (oh!)
Still 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 know his (wait a minute!)
Still spit like it ain't no
It over y'all, underrated so I overcharge.
Ol' Dodge, radio off, a station
Get ta' know me the music not a publication (naw).
It's no justification, (but a...) mean enough wit' the
(I mean I...) I 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 beast 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' some different shit
An' these all about my paper, that's that ?? shit.
Rapper on 'roids, sick the thoughts (but...)
But managed ta' keep my out the mention report.
See I'mma inspiration for a generation
Even I'm gone, but my message is indication.
Then you too can the unattainable
(But...) try'nna 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 like shit is on my mind. [x2])

Yeeeeeah!