Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Griding

[Verse 1:
Mack 10 he got it and he servin fo' six
But I'm the bird man nigga, to score some shit
I need a warehouse full, pets, riders
and couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods
She gone bring it to daddy, break her off with the wood
The beauty stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez jockin
Just a new six with bra-less kit
Put me on the two nines in my hip
The the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship
Got a crew of busters that will split your shit
Got a old and bitch that'll take that trick
Hit the streets, with that 400 a zip
Gave my nigga ???? car go them bricks
Go that magnoila cause I want that bitch
KC take glock, make will of the spot
Tanto, and Wap ya'll hug the block
And we gon tell the police, this where money be clocked
And they can suck a dick cause the hustle dont stop

[Hook: Juvenile & Lil'

You could beg shorty, you could it dirty
You could flip a birdy , you cut it and serve it
And I it real, and I play the field
And I when to deal, and I know when to kill

And I flip the guns, when I the funds
And I make all the ones, and I can play the
You could hang in a jungle, you push them bundles
You could drive a Bentley, you drive a Hummer

2: Turk]
Look Nigga know I got that work
So he and watchin' try to see when I'm gone
So he could in my housin
I'm a a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of town
I know here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round
I'll be there me up from the port
On my way to Nashville, 10 I'm goin to score
Probably get a lil' dope, cause dope make more money 20 dollars for a
bag
half a for 100
This just don't know
I'm on top of my
Should have keep it to himself but he told Elaine
I'ma get that nigga Turk
So I got to his brains
Cause if I let that slide than he gon' try to do it again
So I gotta handle mind
get rid of the quick
Bust him up fast him in a lake and spilt
Jack who, what, from who, not me
Get a bullet in your head and that ass in the streets

[Verse 3: 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low and shit talkin'
smokin, crack, sellin'
Blood and walkin
Mack One-0's the name
Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and Side
Who is the game nigga
a G in me, off top we wig-splitters
Young and Thuggin' Turk and them head bustin' niggas check it
I like the funk and shoot first is what tell me
And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon me
I fight all my and dope cases from the bricks
and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the price
And I fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice
I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them south
U know, them gold and platinum mouth niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Hoez, game affiliated and drung related
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin with my crop braided
the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior
A million dollar nigga, still ride in Taylor's
The fans worse them jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and to get home every night
Mack is to much of a
I never be a sucker
I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a