Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Griding

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

Juvenile & Lil' Wayne]

You could beg shorty, you keep it dirty
You could flip a , you could 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 the guns, when I collect 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 could a Hummer

2: Turk]
Look Nigga know that I got work
So he plottin' and watchin' try to see I'm gone
So he could break in my
I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im I'm out of town
I know he's here hustlin' I my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round
I'll be there pick me up from the
On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to
Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make money 20 dollars for a
bag
half a for 100
This just don't know
I'm on top of my
Should 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 that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it
So I gotta handle that
get rid of the quick
Bust him up fast throw him in a 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'
Sherm smokin, crack,
Blood and Cripp
Mack the name nigga
Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and Side
Who Bang is the game
Recognize a G in me, off top we
Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' check it
I the funk and shoot first is what they tell me
And no matter what it cost Slim and gon bail me
I fight all my murder and dope from the bricks
Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and chick
Cause I floss ice and buy at the boss price
And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at twice
I'm reppin killah Cali, but down them south niggas
U know, them uptown gold and platinum niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Chicken Hoez, game and drung related
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my braided
the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior
A dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's
The worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home night
Mack is to of a rider
I never be a sucker
I'ma ball till I and keep it gangster as a motherfucker