Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin' (remix)

Yo, I go by the
(I'm yo' Pusha) Of Pharrell from the
And I just let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha)
The is about to feel
(I'm yo' Pusha)
That they've never before, c'mon

From ghetto to ghetto, to to yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the
I'm the neighborhood
Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that,
On or off the track, I'm 'cause
Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through eyes
Benz convoys the wagon on the side
Only big keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the
Man, I a buck, why scram?
I'm trying to y'all who the fuck I am
The is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block consistent hits
While Pharrell keep this music shit

Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)

Patty cake, cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them cakes as as I can
And you can by how my bread stack up
And in this rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, my chick, topless
Doing a buck-six me in the cockpit
Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a
Eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
And my weight, that's just as as my name
So much dough, I can't swear I won't
Excuse me if my wealth got me of myself
Cocky, that I just can't help
'Specially when them is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 below minus the wind
Filthy, the word best defines me
I'm just grinding man, y'all never me

Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)

Grindin' (Whooof), you know what I keep in a linin' (Whooof)
better stay in line, when (Whooof)
When you see a nigga like me (Grinding!)

(Grindin') Grindin', when you know what I keep in a (Whooof)
Niggas stay in line, when (Whooof)
When you see a nigga like me (Grinding!)

My grind's 'bout family, never about fame
From I wasn't able there was always 'caine
Four and a half get you in the game
less is just a goddamn shame
Guess the weight, my watch got chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor the on the cake, I'm Grinding

I move 'caine like a
weight through the hood
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles, hand on my nickel
Plated whistle, one eye I'll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an
Lose your soul in whichever I'm holdin'
leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin', I'm grindin' Jack

Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)
Grindin'! (Ah)

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know I keep in a linin' (Whooof)
Niggas better in line, when (Whooof)
When you see a like me shinin' (Grinding!)

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know what I keep in a (Whooof)
better stay in line, when (Whooof)
When you see a nigga me shinin' (Grinding!)