Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

[Opening: Joe
Uh...
Can't even be rap.
You can't even really act like you get it in wit'out a... uh.
(Wait a minute!) (oh ye'), pause.
(Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 [x4]) ya man, Joey!
Reportin' from the slums (wait a minute!)
live from the belly of the beast (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live from a 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 stampeding
I'm like steamrollin' (or...)
More like puttin' my on the neck of the game until I see it chokin'
I hol' on for dear life, (I uh...) the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar none
Regarded as the one, fuck music, a art ta' son, let's rewind.
See, I was born in the projects, left for a new
Jetted ta' a new state, for a new pace.
Diamond in the rough, I stood out the food cache
a friend a mine headlined every news page (jhea').
Wit' of bein' wealthy
You now checkin' out the new version of Peter Petrelli.
But wait! Wit' a lil' Travis Barker on the
'Cause it all falls down I normally survive.
I'm see a new tax bracket
So I'll never ta' grab matics
I ain't concerned no rap racket.
So could take my name through the mud an' drag it
Spread it ta' the masses, (I'mma) I still it passive.
I got no but' walk around wit' the lead on me
Life is way too short, too dead homies.
(Or...) plus, all the money I invest
a nigga die for less!
(So...) so, if a wann' 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!
rapper you know'll straight feast on a lame
An' on a track, beast on the game!

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

Yeeeeeah!

[Verse 2: Joe
L-Look, look...
I'm still life in the fast lane (oh!)
plottin' on my big money scheme like he Wesley an' Woody thinkin' how ta' rob a cash train.
Shittin' on ho's act fain
'Till the whole World know his (wait a minute!)
spit like it ain't no ta'morra'
It ain't y'all, underrated so I overcharge.
Ol' Dodge, radio off, fuck a
Get ta' know me the music not a publication (naw).
It's no justification, (but a...) mean enough the waitin'
(I mean I...) I all my just 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
Though a few haters wann' it.
I'm comin' wit' different shit
An' these offices all my paper, that's that ?? shit.
Rapper on 'roids, sick wit' the (but...)
But managed ta' keep my name out the report.
See I'mma inspiration for a generation
Even I'm gone, but my message is indication.
Then you too can attain the
(But...) fuck explain the unexplainable!

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

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

Yeeeeeah!