Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Real nigga

I been on my grind, I done for green
I done hustled for days just to go and get
And I been on them blocks, I done ran from 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 County carnivore
Get it I got a boy
Money what I hustled for, grind to the fucking
Ever since that I was born, nigga I was sworn
Made nigga a whore, M.O. be the preacher boy
I'm the features meet the heater millimeter toy
Love to go and a boy, bang nice to meet you boy
Yeah, you a dead nigga soon
Young Gutta I was born that silver spoon
Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the room
up his innertubes, rule 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 this my interlude, rappers identi' fools
Grinding since I been in
Eating that fork or spoon, money man sticking to it
Money man you should do it, chopper sticking to it
Thugging in my fluid

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And momma me always told me "Get your money youngin"
Just amount to nothing
seemed to reach for something
I took her word in vain and claimed to keep that paper
Them case a hundreds keep them cloudy days away sunny
But long nights a paranoia let them it from me
So I toss and turn, blow and burn till my eyes
That ferm pop a germ if any concerns
I got them goons haters murder paint it perfect
That's dirty work and let my killers do versions
I'm a hustler, so 954
Black tee from the neighborhood store
out, went south when I was just a boy
I figured was my only institution ward
Was crazy, fuck you pay me, never was a maybe
You ever play me, miss your lady, kiss baby bye
Was only sixteen pistols in my toolbox

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I got to get
I got to get