Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

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I been on my grind, I hustled for green
I done hustled for days just to go and get
And I done been on them blocks, I done ran from no
And I done sold them 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 fucking
Ever since that I was born, street I was sworn
nigga fuck a whore, M.O. be the preacher boy
Either I'm the features meet the millimeter toy
Love to go and a boy, bang nice to meet you boy
Yeah, you a dead comin' soon
Young Gutta I was born without that silver
Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the room
up his innertubes, rule number one to move
One supply you never use, that's the I'm sticking to
Money is my institute, drug is my
And I call this my interlude, rappers they identi'
Grinding since I in school
without that fork or spoon, money man sticking to it
Money man you should do it, chopper sticking to it
Thugging in my blood

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

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I got to get
I got to get