Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Real nigga

I on my grind, I done hustled for green
I hustled for days just to go and get paid
And I done on them blocks, I done ran from 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 County carnivore
Get it I got a boy
Money I hustled for, grind to the fucking core
since that I was born, street nigga I was sworn
Made nigga a whore, M.O. be the preacher boy
I'm the features meet the heater millimeter toy
Love to go and a boy, bang nice to meet you boy
Yeah, you a dead nigga soon
Young Gutta I was born that silver spoon
Pen and pad, Dad in the living room
up his innertubes, rule number one to move
One you never use, that's the code I'm sticking to
Money is my institute, drug is my
And I call this my interlude, rappers identi' fools
Grinding since I been in
Eating without fork or spoon, money man sticking to it
Money man you should do it, chopper sticking to it
in my blood fluid

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And momma me always told me "Get your money youngin"
Just don't to nothing
Always seemed to reach for
I took her word in vain and claimed to keep that paper
Them a hundreds keep them cloudy days away from sunny
But long nights a let them take it from me
So I toss and turn, blow and till my eyes turn
That yappa pop a germ if any concerns
I got them goons lurking haters paint it perfect
dirty 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 figured money was my only ward
Was never crazy, you pay me, never was a maybe
You ever play me, miss lady, kiss your baby bye
Was sixteen with pistols in my toolbox

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I got to get
I got to get