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 couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Bitch said she hit the mall, bought some goods
She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the
The beauty shop stay poppin', this zones keep rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', these hoez keep jockin
Just a new six with bra-less kit
Put me on the two nines in my hip
The the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship
Got a crew of busters that will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch take that trick
Hit the streets, that work 400 a zip
Gave my nigga car go break them bricks
Go flood that magnoila I want that bitch
KC take this glock, will of the spot
Tanto, Tito and Wap ya'll hug the
And we gon tell the police, this where money be clocked
And they can suck a nigga cause the hustle dont stop

[Hook: Juvenile & Wayne]

You beg shorty, you could keep it dirty
You could flip a birdy , you 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 flip the guns, when I the funds
And I make all the ones, and I can play the
You hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles
You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a

[Verse 2:
Look know that I got that 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, 'im think I'm out of town
I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey loud tellin' my round
I'll be there me up from the port
On my way to Nashville, 10 I'm goin to score
Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make money 20 dollars for a
bag
a gram for 100
This nigga just don't
I'm on top of my
Should have keep it to himself but he told Elaine
I'ma get that nigga Turk
So I got to bust his
if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again
So I handle that mind
get rid of the quick
Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and
Jack who, take what, who, not me
Get a bullet in your head and leave ass in the streets

[Verse 3: 10]
Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin'
Sherm smokin, crack,
Blood and Cripp
Mack One-0's the name
Hustlin' is my nigga CMR and West Side
Who Bang is the nigga
a G in me, off top we wig-splitters
Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head niggas check it
I like the funk and shoot 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 loved by every hoochie, bitch, and chick
Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the price
And I been and sucked by all my hoez at least twice
I'm reppin Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, them uptown gold and mouth niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi
Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin 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 them 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 till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker