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 shit
I need a full, with pets, riders
and bulls of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods
She gone bring it straight to daddy, her off with the wood
The beauty shop stay poppin', cause zones keep rockin
And my phone plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin
Just bought a new six with kit
Put me on the two nines in my hip
The reason the drought is cause the done bust' my ship
Got a crew of head that will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch that'll take trick
Hit the streets, with work 400 a zip
my nigga ???? 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 hug the block
And we gon the police, this this where money be clocked
And can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop

[Hook: & Lil' Wayne]

You beg shorty, you could keep it dirty
You could flip a , 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 when to

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

2: Turk]
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 a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of town
I know he's hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round
be there pick me up from the port
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 nigga just don't
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 that nigga than 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, take what, who, not me
Get a in your head and leave that ass in the streets

[Verse 3: 10]
Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin'
Sherm smokin, crack,
Blood and Cripp
One-0's 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' like and them head bustin' niggas check it
I like the funk and shoot is what they tell me
And no matter what it cost and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my murder and cases from the bricks
Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and chick
I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price
And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least
I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them south
U know, them gold and platinum mouth niggas
Mack stay low, and down to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and related
I'm a Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided
From the up G'd up is my everyday behavior
A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck
The fans worse then jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every
is to much of a rider
I never be a sucker
I'ma till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker