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, need to score shit
I need a warehouse full, pets, riders
and bulls of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Bitch Kisha 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 phone plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin
bought a new six with bra-less kit
Put me on the floor two in my hip
The the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship
Got a of head busters that will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch that'll that trick
Hit the streets, with work 400 a zip
Gave my nigga ???? car go break them
Go flood that magnoila I want that bitch
KC this glock, make will of the spot
Tanto, and Wap ya'll hug the block
And we gon tell the police, this this where be clocked
And can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop

Juvenile & Lil' Wayne]

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

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

[Verse 2:
Look know that I got that work
So he and watchin' try to see when I'm gone
So he could in my housin
I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of
I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin tellin' my round
be there pick me up from the port
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 have keep it to himself but he told Elaine
That I'ma get that nigga
So I got to his brains
Cause if I let that nigga than he gon' try to do it again
So I gotta that mind
get rid of the bitch
Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and
who, take what, from who, not me
Get a bullet in head and leave that ass in the streets

[Verse 3: 10]
From Atlanta the low ridin and shit talkin'
smokin, crack, sellin'
Blood and Cripp
Mack the name nigga
Hustlin' is my nigga CMR and West Side
Who Bang is the nigga
Recognize a G in me, off top we
Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them bustin' niggas check it
I like the and shoot first is what they tell me
And no matter what it cost Slim and gon bail me
I all my murder and dope cases from the bricks
Known and by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss
And I been and sucked by all my hoez at least twice
I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with south niggas
U know, uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the
We keep it from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Hoez, game affiliated and drung related
I'm a Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided
From the feet up G'd up is my behavior
A million nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's
The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in
Gotta take backstreets and to get home every night
Mack is to of a rider
I could be a sucker
I'ma ball I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker