Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Griding

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

[Hook: Juvenile & Lil'

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

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

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

[Verse 3: 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit
Sherm smokin, crack,
Blood and walkin
Mack the name nigga
Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and Side
Who is the game nigga
Recognize a G in me, off top we
Young and Thuggin' like Turk and head bustin' niggas check it
I like the funk and shoot is what they tell me
And no matter it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my murder and dope cases the bricks
and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I floss ice and buy at the boss price
And I been fucked and by all my hoez at least twice
I'm killah Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas
Mack cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause
We it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Chicken Hoez, game and drung related
I'm a drop-top pushin nigga with my crop braided
From the feet up G'd up is my behavior
A dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's
The fans worse then jackers, try to keep me in sight
take backstreets and alleys 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 as a motherfucker