Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin' (remix)

Yo, I go by the
(I'm yo' Pusha) Of Pharrell the Neptunes
And I wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha)
The world is to feel
(I'm yo' Pusha)
That they've never felt before,

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

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

Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the man
I bake cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread up
And disguised in this rap so the back up
Watch it, like my whip, my chick, topless
Doing a buck-six me in the cockpit
Grindin' cousin, I got for a dozen
Eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
And my weight, just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't I won't change
Excuse me if my got me full of myself
Cocky, something that I just can't
'Specially when them 20's is spinning windmills
And the ice 32 minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word that defines me
I'm just grinding man, never mind me

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

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

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

My grind's 'bout family, never been about
From days I wasn't able there was 'caine
Four and a will get you in the game
Anything less is just a shame
Guess the weight, my got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake, I'm

I 'caine like a cripple
Balance through the hood
Kids me Mr. Sniffles, other hand on my nickel
Plated whistle, one eye I'll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an
your soul in whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen, the other, 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 I keep in a linin' (Whooof)
better stay in line, when (Whooof)
When you see a nigga like me (Grinding!)