Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Griding

[Verse 1:
Mack 10 said he got it and he fo' six
But I'm the man nigga, need to score some shit
I need a warehouse full, pets, riders
and couple 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 zones rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', these hoez keep jockin
Just 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 crew of head that will split your shit
Got a old and bitch that'll take that trick
Hit the streets, that work 400 a zip
my nigga ???? car go break them bricks
Go flood magnoila cause I want that bitch
KC take this glock, will 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 dont stop

Juvenile & Lil' Wayne]

You could beg shorty, you could it dirty
You could flip a , you could cut it and serve it
And I keep it real, and I 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 the drums
You could hang in a jungle, you could 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 when I'm
So he could in my housin
I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im I'm out of town
I know he's hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round
I'll be there pick me up from the
On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to
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
Should have keep it to himself but he told Elaine
That I'ma get that 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 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 that ass in the streets

[Verse 3: 10]
From Atlanta the low ridin and shit talkin'
Sherm smokin, crack,
and Cripp walkin
Mack One-0's the name
Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and Side
Who Bang is the game
Recognize a G in me, off top we
Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' niggas it
I like the funk and shoot first is they tell me
And no matter it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my murder and cases from the bricks
and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I floss ice and buy at the boss price
And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at twice
I'm reppin killah Cali, but with them south niggas
U know, them gold and platinum mouth niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the
We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the gras
Hoez, game affiliated and drung related
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga my crop braided
From the up G'd up is my everyday behavior
A million dollar nigga, still ride in Taylor's
The fans worse them jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta backstreets and alleys to get home every night
Mack is to much of a
I could never be a
I'ma till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker