Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Griding

[Verse 1:
10 said he got it and he servin 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 Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some
She gone bring it straight to daddy, her off with the wood
The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this keep rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', cause hoez keep jockin
Just bought a new six bra-less kit
Put me on the floor two in my hip
The reason the drought is cause the feds bust' my ship
Got a crew of busters that will split your shit
Got a old and young that'll take that trick
Hit the streets, with that 400 a zip
my nigga ???? car go break them bricks
Go flood that magnoila cause I want that
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 the hustle dont stop

[Hook: & Lil' Wayne]

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 know when to deal, and I when to kill

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

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

[Verse 3: 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low and shit talkin'
smokin, crack, sellin'
Blood and Cripp
Mack the name nigga
Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and West
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 first is what they tell me
And no matter what it cost Slim and gon bail me
I fight all my and dope cases from the bricks
Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and chick
Cause I ice and buy crack at the boss price
And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least
I'm reppin Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, them uptown and platinum mouth niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' from to the Mardi gras
Hoez, game affiliated and drung related
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin with my crop braided
From the feet up G'd up is my everyday
A million dollar nigga, still in Chuck Taylor's
The fans worse then them jackers, try to me in sight
take backstreets and alleys to get home every night
Mack is to of a rider
I could never be a
I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a