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 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 Broward carnivore
Get it I got a boy
Money what I hustled for, grind to the fucking
Ever since that I was born, street I was sworn
Made nigga a whore, M.O. be the preacher boy
Either I'm the features meet the heater toy
Love to go and meet a boy, nice to meet you boy
Yeah, you a nigga comin' soon
Young I was born without that silver spoon
Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the living
up his innertubes, rule number one to move
One supply you never use, that's the code I'm to
is my institute, drug is my prostitute
And I call this my interlude, they identi' fools
Grinding I been in school
Eating without fork or spoon, money man sticking to it
Money man you should do it, yappa chopper to it
Thugging in my fluid

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And momma taught me always told me "Get money youngin"
Just don't amount to
Always to reach for something
I took her word in vain and claimed to keep that paper
Them case a hundreds them cloudy days away from sunny
But long nights a paranoia let take it from me
So I and turn, blow and burn till my eyes turn
That yappa pop a germ if any concerns
I got them goons haters murder 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 when I was just a boy
I figured money was my institution ward
Was crazy, fuck you pay me, never was a maybe
You ever play me, miss lady, kiss your baby bye
Was only sixteen with in my toolbox

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I got to get
I got to get