Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

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I been on my grind, I done hustled for
I done for days just to go and get paid
And I done been on them blocks, I done ran 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
what 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 meet the heater millimeter toy
Love to go and meet a boy, nice to meet you boy
Yeah, you a dead nigga comin'
Young Gutta I was born without that spoon
Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the room
Messing up his innertubes, rule number one to
One you never use, that's the code I'm sticking to
is my institute, drug is my prostitute
And I call this my interlude, rappers they fools
since I been in school
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 amount to nothing
Always to reach for something
I her word in vain and claimed to keep that paper coming
case a hundreds keep them cloudy days away from sunny
But long nights a paranoia let them take it me
So I and turn, blow and burn till my eyes turn
That ferm pop a germ if any concerns
I got them goons lurking haters paint it perfect
That's work and let my killers do unrated versions
I'm a hustler, so 954
Black tee from the corner store
Thugged out, went when I was just a boy
I figured money was my institution ward
Was never crazy, fuck you pay me, never was a
You ever play me, miss your lady, kiss your bye
Was only sixteen with pistols in my

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I got to get
I got to get