Luyện nghe bài hát On The Grind Homie

Yeah!
It's Pain, baby

Ha, Ha
Ight, let me get
KOOPA!

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I come and show em how to do it (WOO)
And she like 'Boy, you tha (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 I'm goin 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,
Turn my up
it go

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