Luyện nghe bài hát The Grits

This album right
is the Yin and the Yang
So you gonna a lot of different things on it
You hear a lot of profanity
You might a lot of um
A lot of love, a lot of
You know what I'm
'Cus it's like come on I got
I got
And those that pretend to

Hills
That's the
The
The barracks word up
bridge, yo yo

I give a speech Martin Luther King
Let ring, forget a bow ring, it's a black thing
me locked up with brothers be getting oxed up
Taking for granted most of us abandon
How I know you not a
in the home, Africans with jet black Americans
Dominicans war with the Ricans
Deep in the thugs carrying heat
The rest of the projects surrounded gates

Middle class families are upstate
While the generation selling cake
Trying to mixtapes
all final, big locks on the Verrazano
Get fined BB conduct on King Tut
Poverty struck, I seen the right to enter took
My cup runneth over, out whenever I'm sober
cold world got my girl scan

Fight on the sand, I'm to ham
minds all aboard
I see in the eyes of camcord'
And my reward is to let y'all
I'm going out P.L.O. whenever I go uhh

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I start the slaughtering, make all start watering
I know an 800 number you can get your coffin, ordering
The metamorphosis of my skill is sure to bring any king
Faking counterfeit, money in the bing
I do a with two 9's under my sling
Anybody you bring, won't do a god damn thing
You but a onion in the rain

I floss rhymes, I rhymes, I got it like that
Y'all bitch niggas I toss
I got rhymes that'll still rock you, cats that'll you
you I chill, lay off a shit, I still shot you
The only thing I'm to do is do what I got to
Look in hospital, Brooklyn apostle, gospel
Still fortunate to scorch shit, paying for the cost of it
Your whole style remains wack, I it's awful kid

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Yo, I play the back back in the days
Give and praise, watch the frisk raise, reunite
Take birth trees to upright, I a fake MC's
My the Bible, survival in the man, the lost lands
No play, the Pillage is banned
Like a don't understand
Y'all some flan eat pig, reneg real shit from digs
Hit you off the packages and facts on tracks

Y'all talk but put that back
We dealing in the orphanage, way your image
I'm a chemist, a dentist, treat my heritage like friendship
I be exit, I rock a gold necklace and restless, it's always
Staten Island shit, bad shit
Made me twist it, one disctrict shit
Pillage be the senate, darts like Masons
Rennaissance, patrionts, hold the blood like tampons

Baby conduct, put your fist up, no more
100 dollars for the hen' dog, 200 for the
Less troubles,
Plus can turn rappers of off the stage
This beef never we engage
Buck buck buck buck

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{If you fucked my little ho, yo, let me know that
Let me know 'coz I definately let, I let niggas know
I was banging they ho up
I was like, yeah, yeah, you thought she was in with you
And I tried to tell you she wasn't in love with you and I blazed her
Then I, then I you the next day and let you know
And you gonna be like, "Yo, let me get my back"}