Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Griding

[Verse 1:
10 said he got it and he servin fo' six
But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score some
I need a full, with pets, riders
and couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods
She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off the wood
The beauty stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', 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 the feds done bust' my ship
Got a crew of head busters that will split your
Got a old and bitch that'll take that trick
Hit the streets, that work 400 a zip
Gave my nigga car go break them bricks
Go flood that magnoila cause I want 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 nigga dick the hustle dont stop

[Hook: Juvenile & Lil'

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

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

[Verse 2:
Look Nigga know that I got work
So he and watchin' try to see when I'm gone
So he break in my housin
I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im I'm out of town
I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey loud tellin' my round
I'll be there pick me up from the
On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm to score
Probably get a lil' dope, cause dope make more money 20 dollars for a
bag
half a for 100
This nigga don't know
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 his brains
if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again
So I gotta handle mind
get rid of the bitch
Bust him up throw him in a lake and spilt
Jack who, take what, who, not me
Get a in your head and leave that ass in the streets

[Verse 3: 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and talkin'
Sherm smokin, crack,
Blood and walkin
Mack the name nigga
Hustlin' is my nigga CMR and West Side
Who Bang is the game
Recognize a G in me, off top we
Young and Thuggin' Turk and them head bustin' niggas check it
I like the funk and shoot first is what tell me
And no matter what it cost and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my murder and dope from the bricks
Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and chick
Cause I floss ice and buy at the boss price
And I fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice
I'm killah Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, them gold and platinum mouth niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and down to for the cause
We keep it crackin' from to the Mardi gras
Chicken Hoez, game and drung related
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop
From the feet up G'd up is my behavior
A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck
The fans worse them jackers, try to keep me in sight
take backstreets and alleys to get home every night
Mack is to of a rider
I could be a sucker
I'ma till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker