Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Griding

[Verse 1:
10 said he got it and he servin fo' six
But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score shit
I need a warehouse full, pets, riders
and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Bitch said she hit the mall, bought some goods
She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off the wood
The beauty shop stay poppin', this zones keep rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', cause hoez keep jockin
bought a new six with bra-less kit
Put me on the two nines in my hip
The reason the drought is cause the feds done my ship
Got a of head busters that will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch that'll that trick
Hit the streets, that work 400 a zip
Gave my nigga ???? car go break bricks
Go that magnoila cause I want that bitch
KC this glock, make will of the spot
Tanto, and Wap ya'll hug the block
And we gon tell the police, this where money be clocked
And they can suck a nigga dick the hustle dont stop

[Hook: Juvenile & Wayne]

You beg shorty, you could keep it dirty
You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and it
And I it real, and I play the field
And I know when to deal, and I know to kill

And I flip the guns, when I collect the
And I make all the ones, and I can the drums
You could hang in a jungle, you push them bundles
You could a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer

2: Turk]
Look Nigga know I got that work
So he plottin' and watchin' try to see I'm gone
So he break in my housin
I'm a bake a cake for 'im, 'im think I'm out of town
I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my
I'll be pick me up from the port
On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm to score
Probably get a dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a
bag
a gram for 100
This nigga just don't
I'm on top of my
Should have keep it to but instead he told Elaine
That get that nigga Turk
So I got to his brains
Cause if I let that slide than he gon' try to do it again
So I gotta that mind
get rid of the bitch
him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt
Jack who, what, from who, not me
Get a in your head and leave that ass in the streets

[Verse 3: 10]
From Atlanta the low ridin and shit talkin'
Sherm smokin, crack,
Blood and walkin
Mack One-0's the name
Hustlin' is my nigga CMR and West Side
Who Bang is the game
Recognize a G in me, off top we
Young and Thuggin' like and them head bustin' niggas check it
I like the funk and shoot first is what they me
And no matter it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my murder and dope from the bricks
Known and loved by hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I floss ice and buy at the boss price
And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least
I'm reppin Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, them uptown gold and platinum niggas
Mack stay low, and down to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi
Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and related
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga my crop braided
From the feet up G'd up is my everyday
A million nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's
The worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get every night
Mack is to of a rider
I could be a sucker
I'ma till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker