Luyện nghe bài hát On The Grind Homie

Yeah!
It's Pain, baby

Ha, Ha
Ight, let me get
KOOPA!

x2]
I through and show em how to do it (WOO)
And she 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth)
And he (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth)
And she (hold up) 'Boy, you tha truth'

[talking chorus: Chamillionaire]
So what I'm try to do is
Go a faster
I'm a go a lil slow
Switch upt he style a lil bit,
You
I'm ready,
my headphones up
it go

I'm back to the bone, it feel like I'm the and they cannot contest when I'm kicking that mess
Cause ya chick is undressed when she lifting her dress It's Mannie and Fresh they be looking like flesh!
Anybody on the net, saying Chamillionaire ain't the best
Get off the D, get off the I and let your keyboard the rest
Cause I impress my own self, and only the man can judge me
Re-tellers ya mixtape rappers than they hug me
I the market, even bootleggers be lovey dovey
Plus the necklace got em thinking that Johnny the jeweler's my
Crash test the best, cause if you hate me than youse a
Gimme a month I bet you the opposite of chubby
Ever verse is crack, and crack be singing they love me
Mix-tape 4 I bet that you become a drugy
They sayin money talks, rappers better not I make a sound
Walkin a money, is none of these rappers is found
Even the mayor know my papers to buy the town
Plus the wheels of fortune, so I'm a bout to buy a
Ever verse is a msterpiece, my money's still like Master P's
Feeling like Mighty Mouse the way I be taking to stack the cheese
Please, you better not another sound
Yeah, yeah I rep the they just "Download my style"
Welcome to the garage, pick any car and the she yells 'which'
she was staring at the lady that's on the broom
Can't it a fleet (why) more like a patone
Different car everyday of the week from of July till June
Look at how they they tone, who not playa
In the wind I'm in Berlin, I know you not dear
Into the coat in the ATM they like AOL
Soon as I'm checkin my it tells me "You Got Mail"
Ha, ha, Bocu Monname, who is cold as me?
Betty fresh the kicks when they stick in all his teeth
chick was in the whip, now she sitting on the street
She was looking fine she ask me she can hold a G
Yeah, and if I I'm a get it
And if I really want it, then it can leave I'm a let it
to be N Luv With My Money, now I'm in love with my credit
By the bar with they dollars I buy a building debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the
Look up to the roof it's reindeer, feeling Santa's home
Famous bet he could leave out with the baddest one
her dot com cause she lookin like she Amazon
Got her suit T.I., and I got a hundred million more to go
in Texas D.E.Y. know they know like Shorty (Shawty) Lo
Lil Boosie check out the bang, getting check ya know
Checkout my bank account they ever come up shorter low
Woo, be like Koopa you so cocky bro
I did everything that they say was impossible
And I feel a one man wrecking crew, what I need a posse for?
All this ice on me I got hit with hockey throat
Duck, they say that they wanna fun
like Sliverspoons in the pool of the mansion
See ya breast stroking in the and I had one
So I'm a 'turn the camera on the pool', like
Had this chick in the crib, me that I was difficult
me I should go back to the days when I had the glistening too
Then she tried to me I should go back to rap with, Who?
Mappala Weezyana (yeah) I bet'cha that she get the boot
Kop, mother nature of had a son
Cause I'm than the roof in the gigantic storm
They say Mixtape Messiah here, prepare better to run
When ya see me like "Cannon" Cause I am a don
HUH!