Luyện nghe bài hát Out Here Grindin'

(Intro - Talking)

What lookin' at me for?
I mean, I'm out here just like you

You got shit, I ain't got shit
But don't mean, we ain't the shit

(Verse 1)
Rain when I open up the Range doors
The young boys slang from they front porch
Show 'em love, let 'em they ain't playin' wit' 'em
Ya homies locked up, ya be stayin' wit' 'em
Act like ya don't know they
They us tax payers
And then 8 us (Fuck 'em all)
White lady but she had a black
A fell in love and we look at her crazy
We all got guns, and so do Dick
trick on hoes, I make my bitch pay me
These are the things that they
As I lean to the left by myself wit' no
the kids to go to school
They tell me they ain't no rules
'Cause the bell rings, then it's back to no food
Ya have no clue we goin' through
Ya a hundred to fill up what I'm 'posed to do nigga

(Chorus)
Ya in my ear, but there's money out
And I'm always here, when none of y'all
Which one of y'all scared? (Which one of scared?)
Okay, you said let's get this bread and I did
I wanna do it big, and I just can't wait
So you live wit' the decisions that you make
I'm cake, let 'em hate, I'ma elevate
I sold my soul to the streets playa, it's too

(Verse 2)
Sunrise, gun fires, and dies
Mother cries, brother rides, now that's two
You and I both that that was suicide
shit woulda happened if you'da died
Thirty guns, fifty deep, ten shootin'
O.G.'s keep ya eyes on who ya
Back then was ridin' and lootin'
You lookin' at the 2000 Huey P.
True deciphile, swag a el rookin' (?)
Ain't heard it like this since 'Pac, I might 'em
Choosen, you tryna be chosen, it's a man's world
If we win we losin', ya blessin'
I'm you a lesson, but it's goin' in the right ear
And out the one, I tell the kids education is the key
Then a student in went on a killin' spree
at me

(Chorus)

(Outro - Talking)
Y'all know what to do
care of what'cha got homie
I mean, ya never know got till it's gone right?
Do you gotta do man
you and yours
God giveth, God take it
Young