Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Real nigga

I been on my grind, I done for green
I done for days just to go and get paid
And I done been on them blocks, I done ran no cops
And I sold them rocks but at the end of the day
I got to get paid.

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Well I'm a Broward County
Get it I got a boy
Money what I hustled for, grind to the core
Ever since that I was born, street nigga I was
Made nigga fuck a whore, M.O. be the boy
Either I'm the features meet the heater toy
Love to go and meet a boy, bang nice to you boy
Yeah, you a dead nigga soon
Gutta I was born without that silver spoon
Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the room
Messing up his innertubes, number one to move
One supply you never use, the code I'm sticking to
is my institute, drug is my prostitute
And I call my interlude, rappers they identi' fools
since I been in school
Eating without that fork or spoon, man sticking to it
Money man you should do it, chopper sticking to it
Thugging in my fluid

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And momma taught me always me "Get your money youngin"
Just don't to nothing
seemed to reach for something
I her word in vain and claimed to keep that paper coming
Them case a hundreds keep them days away from sunny
But long nights a paranoia let them it from me
So I toss and turn, blow and burn till my turn
That yappa ferm pop a if any concerns
I got them goons lurking haters murder paint it
dirty work and let my killers do unrated versions
I'm a hustler, so 954
Black tee from the neighborhood corner
Thugged out, went south when I was a boy
I figured money was my institution ward
Was crazy, fuck you pay me, never was a maybe
You ever play me, miss your lady, kiss baby bye
Was sixteen with pistols in my toolbox

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I got to get
I got to get