Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Real nigga

I been on my grind, I done hustled for
I done hustled for just to go and get paid
And I done been on them blocks, I ran from no cops
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 carnivore
Get it I got a boy
Money what I hustled for, grind to the 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 the heater millimeter toy
Love to go and meet a boy, bang to meet you boy
Yeah, you a dead nigga comin'
Young Gutta I was born without silver spoon
Pen and pad, Dad in the living room
Messing up his innertubes, number one to move
One supply you use, that's the code I'm sticking to
Money is my institute, drug is my
And I call this my interlude, rappers they fools
Grinding since I been in
Eating without that or spoon, money man sticking 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 to nothing
Always to reach for something
I her word in vain and claimed to keep that paper coming
Them a hundreds keep them cloudy days away from sunny
But long a paranoia let them take it from me
So I toss and turn, blow and burn till my eyes
That yappa ferm pop a if any concerns
I got goons lurking haters murder paint it perfect
That's dirty work and let my do unrated versions
I'm a hustler, so 954
Black tee the neighborhood corner store
Thugged out, went south I was just a boy
I figured money was my institution ward
Was never crazy, fuck you pay me, never was a
You play me, miss your lady, kiss your baby bye
Was only sixteen pistols in my toolbox

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I got to get
I got to get