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, need to score some
I need a warehouse full, with pets,
and bulls of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, some goods
She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the
The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this keep rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', cause these keep jockin
Just bought a new six 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 of head busters that will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch that'll take that
Hit the streets, with that 400 a zip
Gave my ???? car go break them bricks
Go flood that magnoila I want 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 where 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 a birdy , you could cut it and serve it
And I keep it real, and I the field
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 the drums
You could hang in a jungle, you could push them
You drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer

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

[Verse 3: 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low and shit talkin'
smokin, crack, sellin'
Blood and walkin
One-0's the name nigga
Hustlin' is my thang CMR and West Side
Who Bang is the game
Recognize a G in me, off top we
and Thuggin' like 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 and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my murder and dope cases from the
Known and loved by hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I floss ice and buy at the boss price
And I been and sucked by all my hoez at least twice
I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them south
U know, them uptown and platinum mouth niggas
stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause
We it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Hoez, game affiliated and drung related
I'm a drop-top Bentley nigga with my crop braided
From the feet up G'd up is my behavior
A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck
The fans then them jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every
is to much of a rider
I could be a sucker
I'ma ball till I and keep it gangster as a motherfucker