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

[Hook: Juvenile & Lil'

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 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 could drive a Bentley, you could a Hummer

2: Turk]
Look Nigga know 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, make 'im I'm out of town
I know here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round
I'll be pick me up from the port
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
a gram for 100
This nigga don't know
I'm on top of my
Should keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine
That get that nigga Turk
So I got to his brains
if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again
So I gotta that mind
get rid of the bitch
Bust him up fast him in a lake and spilt
Jack who, take what, who, not me
Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the

[Verse 3: 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and talkin'
smokin, crack, sellin'
Blood and walkin
One-0's the name nigga
Hustlin' is my nigga CMR and West Side
Who Bang is the nigga
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 they tell me
And no matter it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my and dope cases from the bricks
Known and by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I ice and buy crack at the boss price
And I been fucked and by all my hoez at least twice
I'm killah Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, them uptown gold and platinum niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the
We keep it from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
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 dollar nigga, ride in Chuck Taylor's
The worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home night
Mack is to of a rider
I could be a sucker
I'ma ball till I and keep it gangster as a motherfucker