Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

But I loved to hear
A Big Pun and B.I.G.
shit would've been incredible

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

Uhh, I filthy
My and pops mixed me
With Rum and Whiskey
Huh, a set up

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

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

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

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

like, Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you hear it
Competition still fear it, don't ask me
I went ashy to nasty to classy, and still

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

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

Yo, yo, the is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
My hang 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 'cause they sayin' nuttin'
If ain't somethin' 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 more debatin' my Squad waitin'
For the perfect time to you what you all been waitin'
An orgination of veterans
With skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills

Invest in the real, get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn whole crew into vegetabills
We blessed with the will to surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I the ninja

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

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

I got that new F-N, call it that faggot gun
Couple of hollow tips you faggot niggaz run
Crack pull up, everybody out
pumpin' that rock is gettin' aired out

I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the
Your mommy got a body but she to clap
And I know you pitchin' but we switchin' the packs
Listen, don't make me hurt you, I'm givin' the facts

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

Listen, I made abandoned blocks look hot
Nine to ten Benzes, a of drops
Couple of rubber bands the corrupt cops
Just to see my eat and shit and huggin' the blocks

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

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

to Crack, the God body
The hard body, the ever
The John Gotti, rap shit
Will it kill me?

This out to cats, fingers in they ass again
Fifty half-a-men, daydreamin'
Fuck get wet like semen, your whole team-and
Be Morgan Freeman

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

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

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