Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

[Opening: Joe
Uh...
even really be rap.
You can't even really act like you gotta' get it in a... uh.
(Wait a minute!) (oh ye'), pause.
(Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 [x4]) ya man, Joey!
live from the slums (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live the belly of the beast (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live a hood near you (it's... it's...)
Or maybe not so you.

1: Joe Budden]
L-Look, look...
First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like
I'm like steamrollin' (or...)
More like puttin' my foot on the neck of the game until I see it
I on for dear life, (I mean uh...) the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar none
Regarded as the one, music, it's a art ta' son, let's rewind.
See, I was in the projects, left for a new hood
ta' a new state, lookin' for a new pace.
Diamond in the rough, I out amongst the food cache
Swear a friend a mine headlined every news (jhea').
Wit' of bein' wealthy
You now checkin' out the new Jersey of Peter Petrelli.
But wait! Wit' a lil' Travis on the side
'Cause when it all falls down I survive.
I'm try'nna see a new tax
So I'll never have ta' grab
I concerned wit' no rap racket.
So could take my name through the mud an' drag it
it ta' the masses, (I'mma) I still play it passive.
I got no choice but' walk around wit' the on me
is way too short, too many dead homies.
(Or...) plus, all the money I invest
a nigga die for less!
(So...) so, if a nigga go ta' war, wave hi ta' Death
I mean He right next ta' me, so He ain't a threat ta' me

He's a beast, a monster, he is insane!
He's an animal, he be tamed!
What rapper you know'll straight feast on a
An' on a track, beast on the game!

(Damn I'm on my grind,
Look like shit is on my mind. [x2])

Yeeeeeah!

[Verse 2: Joe
L-Look, look...
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (oh!)
Still plottin' on my big money scheme like he Wesley an' Woody how ta' rob a cash train.
on ho's that'll act fain
'Till the whole World know his (wait a minute!)
Still spit like it ain't no
It ain't over y'all, so I overcharge.
Ol' Dodge, off, fuck a station
Get ta' know me the music not a publication (naw).
no justification, (but a...) mean enough wit' the waitin'
(I mean I...) I lost all my an' my patience.
That came wit'out the or the chair or the robe
Nigga, I care what'chu sow (wait a minute!)
They let the beast outta' the cage, at the hunger
Got'chur inta' some shit, look at the plunger.
I'm talkin' 'cause I'm livin' it, entrepreneur Rifkind shit
a few haters wann' Kinder it.
I'm comin' wit' some different
An' offices all about my paper, that's that ?? shit.
Rapper on 'roids, sick wit' the (but...)
But managed ta' keep my out the mention report.
See I'mma for a whole generation
Even when I'm gone, but my is indication.
Then you too can attain the
(But...) fuck try'nna the unexplainable!

He's a beast, a monster, he is insane!
an animal, he cannot be tamed!
What you know'll straight feast on a lame
An' on a track, beast on the game!

(Damn I'm on my grind,
Look like shit is on my mind. [x2])

Yeeeeeah!