Luyện nghe bài hát The Grain

Do you see it? Do you wanna see it?
I'm do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya
I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm do it for ya
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Yo deep in the
Wig, young black beret
Chrome laser guns blazing at
Wallabies, noose, kool-aid

10 call it Tai-Chi
Black blades, one hundred dollar
Hold up, we at the
Queen rub on my leg

Had ketchup on her dress from a
Chunky ass
be her birthstone
John Paul cop the stones outta Rome

ya eyes up on her prince
Fucking with
Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna
Fingering Lee

We on the balcony one of ya'll to Malcolm X me
Somebody might a Kennedy
Yo let me adjust my lens through these
I paid 5 G's sliding off Kid Vitamin

Viking patriot of Broad
Bet you think I'm laying like a

Tony Starks make the narc's dogs
With the parked
Up against the
Starks had the bone

One cop tapped the window
a cymbal crash,
"What the fuck son! You trying to glass?"
He his badge,

License and at that moment
His fat started chasin'
Chicken they was racing
they hearts pacin'

For snatching gold trying' to dip the god's basement
Our location lead steel shed
Cracked shorty
Left sweetie for dead

Ghetto poodles, fingers sticky from cheese
Starving' for a 50 cent bag of and Noodles
Neighborhood wit' it
'bout to cut WIC

Maybe one ya'll rich rap niggas to politic
for the sky
They throw bleach in eye
Don't you why

You be keeping 'em dipped like an Oreo cookie
In cold milk, bold gold-filled cap, Wu wear hat
Low tilt true Islamic we verbal rhyme phonics
Why trying to change this hip hop to technotronics?

Don't go against the
(The grain)
Don't go the grain
(The grain)
Don't go against the
(The grain)

Girl, of you I'm hurting
Within my my heart
I know not right to be flirting
But a has to start

You're the one I'm clocking
It's time for you to jocking
Don't you to see me cry
This is why is why this is why

I met girl named Rhonda from way down yonder
Hey yo god don't fuck her
I met girl named Liz she was all in the biz
Hey yo don't fuck with her

I rocked a hoe named Tina the heart of Medina
Hey, yo kid don't fuck her
Yeah, girl Kit Kat she got the good poodle cat
Hey, yo nigga, you better fuck her