Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

But I loved to hear
A Big Pun and B.I.G.
That shit been incredible

Aye yaknahmsayin', it was happen
We our day, you know? I seen him
I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates,
We keep it, it, keep it going from there

Uhh, I dream
My moms and pops me
With Rum and Whiskey
Huh, a set up

Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, the sweat off
Uhh, 'cause in this I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, no shook hands in Brookland
fatigue break up teams, the enemies

Look man, you wanna see me locked up, up
Moms up over the casket, screamin' bastard
Cryin', know my is lyin'
Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the Lugars they Rugers

Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but it's
quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the of diets
You gain thirty pounds you die no lie, lazy eye

I was high when they hit me, took a few with me
Shit, I the company
Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my
If it was up to me, you would be me

Sorta like, Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can't it
still fear it, shit don't ask me
I from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

Nigga still get his grind on
Come get to my home, I grew up in the crime zone
Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your
You keep your 'cause the streets is chilly
Now get grind on

Come get to my home
A nigga grew up in the projects, end up gettin mo'
Mo' money, mo' drama you a nigga keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin', now get your on
Come get to my home

Yo, yo, the penalty is death, especially when I'm stressed
My enemies with me 'til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the
And rattle like a wooden horse to El

Niggaz talk but they babble they ain't sayin' nuttin'
If ain't blazin' with the mac I'm in the shack bakin' muffins
Fake the and get your rump roast
One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come

Pun spoke, ain't no debatin' my Squad been waitin'
For the perfect time to you what you all been waitin'
An orgination of veterans
With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the

Invest in the real, don't get in the hills
My and my steel turn your whole crew into vegetabills
We blessed the will to never surrender
'Cause my agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja

Nigga still get his grind on
Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the crime
Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep strap
You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is
Now get your on

get introduced to my home
A nigga up in the projects, end up gettin mo' stressed
Mo' money, mo' you know a nigga keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin', now get your on

I got that new F-N, it that faggot nigga gun
Couple of hollow make you faggot niggaz run
pull up, everybody clear out
Anybody that rock is gettin' aired out

I'm in that with my bitch in the pack
Your mommy got a body but she itchin' to
And I know you purple but we switchin' the packs
Listen, don't make me hurt you, I'm just givin' the

On that I 9-5 swirvin' to a town you
My niggaz out for that Black Surburbans
And no it's not the Feds, man papi's
And got it good, he could put you on

Listen, I done made abandoned look hot
to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
Couple of rubber bands from the cops
Just to see my niggaz eat and and huggin' the blocks

Crack a 'em, right besides 'em
In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't 'em
We from the Bronx where the lift up
And niggaz get shot in day 'cause we don't give a

Fuck niggaz on bike and just shoot you
All for a pair of some Nikes, the brutal
I done seen fiends O.D., the wrong pack
Then they call the shit the smack

to Crack, the God body
The body, the realest ever
The Gotti, this rap shit
it kill me? Never

This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass
Fifty dollar half-a-men,
Fuck around get wet like semen, your team-and
Be than Freeman

I the cream and, moved to new places new faces
Fuck the screwfaces, when I flip
I make the papers, dangerous, we
Niggaz can't bang us, try to do me

My crew be to old school cats that call gats toolies
Call blacks moolies, think it's to smoke woolies
And fuck without rubbers, specialize in wives and grandmothers
Who ya trustin', shit Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin'

Killin' ya gently, God me to push a Bentley
Me and Sean Combs takin' home
On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chicks
'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my the shit