Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

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I been on my grind, I done hustled for
I hustled 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 Broward County
Get it I got a boy
what I hustled for, grind to the fucking core
Ever since I was born, street nigga I was sworn
Made nigga a whore, M.O. be the preacher boy
Either I'm the features meet the millimeter toy
Love to go and meet a boy, bang to meet you boy
Yeah, you a dead nigga comin'
Young Gutta I was born without that silver
Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the living
up his innertubes, rule number one to move
One supply you never use, that's the I'm sticking to
Money is my institute, drug is my
And I call my interlude, rappers they identi' fools
since I been in school
Eating without that fork or spoon, man sticking to it
Money man you do it, yappa 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 to reach for something
I took her word in vain and claimed to keep that coming
Them case a hundreds them cloudy days away from sunny
But long nights a let them take it from me
So I toss and turn, and burn till my eyes turn
yappa ferm pop a germ if any concerns
I got them goons lurking haters murder it perfect
That's dirty and let my killers do unrated versions
I'm a hustler, so 954
Black tee from the corner store
Thugged out, went south when I was a boy
I figured money was my institution ward
Was never crazy, you pay me, never was a maybe
You ever play me, miss your lady, kiss baby bye
Was only sixteen with pistols in my

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I got to get
I got to get