Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Real nigga

I been on my grind, I done hustled for
I hustled 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 carnivore
Get it I got a boy
Money I hustled for, grind to the fucking core
Ever since that I was born, nigga I was sworn
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 to meet you boy
Yeah, you a nigga comin' soon
Young Gutta I was born without that spoon
Pen and pad, Dad in the living room
Messing up his innertubes, rule number one to
One supply you use, that's the code I'm sticking to
Money is my institute, is my prostitute
And I call this my interlude, rappers they identi'
Grinding since I in school
Eating without that fork or spoon, money man to it
Money man you should do it, yappa chopper to it
in my blood fluid

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And taught me always told me "Get your money youngin"
Just don't amount to
Always to reach for something
I took her word in vain and claimed to keep that paper
Them case a keep them cloudy days away from sunny
But nights a paranoia let them take it from me
So I toss and turn, blow and burn my eyes turn
yappa ferm pop a germ if any concerns
I got them goons haters murder paint it perfect
That's 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 was my only institution ward
Was crazy, fuck you pay me, never was a maybe
You ever play me, miss your lady, kiss your bye
Was sixteen with pistols in my toolbox

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I got to get
I got to get