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, with pets,
and bulls couple of chopper, 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some
She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off the wood
The beauty shop stay poppin', 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 reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my
Got a crew of busters that will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch take that trick
Hit the streets, with that 400 a zip
Gave my nigga car go break them bricks
Go flood that magnoila cause I want that
KC take this glock, make of the spot
Tanto, and Wap ya'll hug the block
And we gon tell the police, this this where money be
And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle stop

[Hook: & Lil' Wayne]

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

And I the guns, when I collect the funds
And I all the ones, and I can play the drums
You hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles
You could 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 break 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
I'll be there pick me up the port
On my way to Nashville, 10 I'm goin to score
Probably get a lil' dope, cause that make more money 20 dollars for a
bag
half a for 100
nigga just don't know
I'm on top of my
have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine
That I'ma get nigga Turk
So I got to his brains
Cause if I let nigga slide 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 and spilt
who, take what, from who, not me
Get a bullet in your head and leave ass in the streets

[Verse 3: 10]
From the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin'
smokin, crack, sellin'
Blood and Cripp
Mack One-0's the nigga
Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and West
Who Bang is the 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 Slim and Baby 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 price
And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at twice
I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them niggas
U know, them uptown gold and mouth niggas
Mack cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' from to the Mardi gras
Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung
I'm a Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided
From the feet up G'd up is my everyday
A million dollar nigga, ride in Chuck Taylor's
The fans worse then jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every
Mack is to of a rider
I could never be a
I'ma ball I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker