Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Real nigga

I been on my grind, I done for green
I done for days just to go and get paid
And I been on them blocks, I done 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 County carnivore
Get it I got a boy
Money what I for, grind to the fucking core
since that 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
to go and meet a boy, bang nice to meet you boy
Yeah, you a nigga comin' soon
Young Gutta I was born without silver spoon
Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the room
Messing up his innertubes, number one to move
One supply you use, that's the code I'm sticking to
is my institute, drug is my prostitute
And I this my interlude, rappers they identi' fools
Grinding since I been in
Eating without that fork or spoon, money man to it
Money man you should do it, yappa sticking to it
Thugging in my blood

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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 in vain and claimed to keep that paper coming
Them case a hundreds keep them cloudy days away from
But nights a paranoia let them take it from me
So I toss and turn, 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 from the neighborhood corner
Thugged out, went south when I was a boy
I figured money was my only institution
Was never crazy, fuck you pay me, was a maybe
You ever play me, your lady, kiss your baby bye
Was only with pistols in my toolbox

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I got to get
I got to get