Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Real nigga

I on my grind, I done 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 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, street nigga I was
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 nice to you boy
Yeah, you a nigga comin' soon
Young Gutta I was born without that spoon
Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the living
Messing up his innertubes, rule number one to
One supply you never use, the code I'm sticking to
Money is my institute, is my prostitute
And I call this my interlude, rappers they identi'
since I been in school
Eating that fork or spoon, money man sticking to it
man you should do it, yappa chopper sticking to it
Thugging in my blood

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

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I got to get
I got to get