Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Real nigga

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

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Well I'm a Broward carnivore
Get it I got a boy
Money what I hustled for, grind to the core
Ever since that I was born, street I was sworn
Made fuck a whore, M.O. be the preacher boy
Either I'm the features the heater millimeter toy
Love to go and meet a boy, bang nice to you boy
Yeah, you a nigga comin' soon
Young Gutta I was born without that silver
Pen and pad, Dad in the living room
Messing up his innertubes, rule one to move
One you never use, that's the code I'm sticking to
Money is my institute, is my prostitute
And I call this my interlude, they identi' fools
Grinding since I in school
Eating without fork or spoon, money man sticking to it
Money man you do it, yappa chopper sticking to it
Thugging in my fluid

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

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I got to get
I got to get