Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

[Opening: Joe
Uh...
Can't 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' live the slums (wait a minute!)
live from the belly of the beast (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live a hood near you (it's... it's...)
Or maybe not so you.

[Verse 1: Joe
L-Look, look...
First off, I'm not competin', I'm like stampeding
I'm more steamrollin' (or...)
More like puttin' my foot on the neck of the 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, fuck music, it's a art ta' son, 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 amongst the food
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
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 could take 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 around the lead on me
is way too short, too many dead homies.
(Or...) plus, wit' all the money I
Everyday a die for less!
(So...) so, if a nigga go ta' war, wave hi ta' Death
I mean He lives right next ta' me, so He ain't a 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 some shit is on my mind. [x2])

Yeeeeeah!

[Verse 2: Joe
L-Look, look...
I'm still livin' in the fast lane (oh!)
Still plottin' on my big money scheme like he Wesley an' thinkin' how ta' rob a cash train.
Shittin' on that'll act fain
'Till the whole World his last (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 through the 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 wit'out the crown or the chair or the robe
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 livin' it, entrepreneur Rifkind shit
a few haters wann' Kinder it.
I'm comin' wit' some shit
An' these offices all about my paper, that's ?? shit.
Rapper on 'roids, sick wit' the (but...)
But managed ta' keep my name out the report.
See I'mma inspiration for a generation
Even when I'm gone, but my is indication.
Then you too can attain the
(But...) fuck explain the unexplainable!

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

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

Yeeeeeah!