Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Artist: f/ Z-Ro
by: [email protected]

1]
When I was in the sixth grade, these was bitch made
They was thinking science, I was thinking get
I kept a plan to get doe
Like the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go
I use to run a route
But ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus
My momma would always tell me you rush to get old
But rarely did I listen to the shit I was
I was a ghetto boy before the rap group existed
I use to my lunch money and pitch it
I stayed on suspension, I ain't with school
Truant officers be chasin' me, I'd 'em the blues
Hit the pipes off of Roomer just to the time
Shoot the shit and to Shamrock, stole me a wine
Get and hit the bus stop when school let out
Get off at tina house and that cot
Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like fish in my
Then to the southside walking home from Watkins
I stopped to see the homies off of Huckala
All you game in the front yard bumpin' this

Z-Ro]
Ever since I could remember I on my grind,
All the
Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my
I had to
By any means I had to go out and get it
And come back wit it, thug I was wit it
My balls and my word a nigga that the world was mine
That's why I stay on the

2]
I remember when the dope game up, serving the hypes
I was seeing more doe than I seen in my life
I was rocking up eightballs and the shake
a thousand in my pocket, twenty more in the safe
I had my grandmother how I got that shit
'Cause other day I had to buy new kicks
Older steppin' to me as if I was the man
Getting telephone calls from my friends
I'm sixteen years old, with game so
I was parking niggas frontin' me and fucking they
I moved out, rented a house
I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' seventeen an ounce
We cop ya pots fulla spray, I'm big weight
But was back in the days, nobody thought about a dope case
all mapped out, get in get out
They giving mutha ten years for each rock
It's fucked ain't it, but I'm lookin' at the picture done painted
They all these niggas who's careers was dope gamin'
The crack had you locked if you was in it
And even if you stepped out with bread you spend it
In the beginning niggas had whole hoods flooded
Wit that Antonio Montana disease "fuck it"
And drug just another day in the life
You over me, I fucked you, done gave me the right

3]
I'm up and down I-10, with a car full of
Finta check my ends, finta get Benz
Stopped of my drop spot by red lights flashing
I'm dirty, and if he wants to I'ma blast him
I the windows down so I can show him my hands
Wouldn't you know, the cop done pulled me my man
I got a brand new plan take this shit to the
Stop an Sony's and it back I'll give you a dime
With ten you can go to work for a week
Take some time off to think, I'll even in a key
He at the mo', I gave him the doe
Checked in my room then out the scale and the blow
There's a at the door, I grabbed the four-four
It was the homeboy who set me up down on the