Luyện nghe bài hát Grindin' (Selector Remix)

Yo, I go by the
(I'm yo' Pusha) Of Pharrell from the
And I just wanna let know (I'm yo' Pusha)
The is about to feel
(I'm yo' Pusha)
That they've felt before, c'mon

From to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I it whip on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the neighborhood
Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump like that, Jack
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 with the wagon on the side
Only big keep deuces on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor the dragon on the side
Man, I a buck, why scram?
I'm trying to show who the fuck I am
The is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee
Platinum on the with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep this music shit

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

Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the man
I bake them cakes as as I can
And you can by how my bread stack up
And disguised in rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick,
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, just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't I won't change
me if my wealth got me full of myself
Cocky, something I just can't help
'Specially when 20's is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 below the wind chill
Filthy, the word best defines me
I'm just man, y'all never mind me

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

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

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

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

I 'caine like a cripple
Balance through the hood
call me Mr. Sniffles, other hand on my nickel
Plated whistle, one eye closed hit you
As if I was Slick my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in palm I'm holdin'
One'll you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin', I'm grindin' Jack

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

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

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!)