Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

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I on my grind, I done hustled for green
I done hustled for days to go and get paid
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 County carnivore
Get it I got a boy
Money what I for, grind to the fucking core
Ever since I was born, street nigga I was sworn
Made nigga fuck a whore, M.O. be the boy
Either I'm the features meet the millimeter toy
Love to go and meet a boy, bang nice to you boy
Yeah, you a dead comin' soon
Young Gutta I was born that silver spoon
Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the living
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 this my interlude, rappers identi' fools
Grinding since I in school
without that fork or spoon, money man sticking to it
Money man you do it, yappa chopper sticking to it
Thugging in my blood

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And momma taught me always told me "Get money youngin"
Just amount to nothing
Always seemed to for something
I took her word in vain and claimed to 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 and turn, blow and burn till my eyes turn
That yappa pop a germ if any concerns
I got them goons lurking haters paint it perfect
That's dirty work and let my killers do versions
I'm a hustler, so 954
Black tee the neighborhood corner store
out, went south when I was just a boy
I figured money was my institution ward
Was never crazy, fuck you pay me, 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