Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Get It

I gotta get it, I grind
I'ma put it down, get mine
But you gotta get it, but you gotta
put it down, gotta get mine

I gotta get mine, gotta, get mine
I'ma put it down, I gotta get
gotta, gotta get mine, gotta, get mine
put it down, I gotta get mine

1]
I'm on the to success, I strive to be the best
I never settle for less, if I'm broke I rest
A in the flesh, and I'm smoking on the best
Cuz I deal with lots of stress, out here on this quest

I'm making progress, and I'm oh yes
And I'ma get it to my last breath, then its in peace I rest
I'm with that bread like a chef when he cook
Now I'm back to flipping paper like I'm reading a

Staying real with your partners that's a real good
But when your cash stash low all boys get shook
I been searching for that like its Natalie Holloway
8 days a week, and I grind on

aint no excuse for these boys to be broke
I know hustlers in wheel chairs, we get it til we crock
From south po, to south postal I gotta stack them C
So listen up close, say I get it

2]
I gotta get dollar signs, all of every kind
Partner, I need mine them nickels and them dimes
I'm out on the grind, staying every I find
Going get it myself, there no time to try and stand in line

I never behind, and yeah I'm full of that purple slim
But I aint dead yet, I'm just
I'm still in my prime, so I pack a nine
Cuz haters trying to block my shine, like mini blinds (I get it)

As as opportunity knock, I'ma get that gwop
And give it all that I got my coffin drop
The sun rise I'm the hustler on the block
And when the sun set, I'm out here on the clock

I'm to hustle for them tickets like a traffic cop
I gotta hustle and get it partner I stop
I take that paper serious like Dwight shoot
Stacking up all around the 16 route

3]
I the world in a recession, but I'm still progressing
Take heed to my confession, never fall to
I from life's lesson if you keep on pressing
You'll eventually end up on top like salad

I'm never guessing, like bye bye faith
And however long the race gotta maintain
When the haters fall to waist, my god grant grace
No what odds I face I'ma be in first place

They hustle and the haste to expensive taste
But me, I got grind out there on paper chase
They they back on clements, but I'm still gon ride
Too many fish up in the trying to float with the tide

No matter how the gas price I'm still gon drive
Quite crying and complaining partner your pride
you blaming everybody for your same bad luck
I'ma be on the come up, sun down to sun up... I get it