Luyện nghe bài hát The Grind Date

If the shall inherit the earth and not the weak
Let me the street, fuck it
You know what I I mean, I love life, man
You what I mean, life is beautiful
It's just the shit in it that's up
It's rough but fair
People gotta go out there and bust they, they ass for a job
I mean, my got five kids, man and I mean you know
He drivin' a bus but he loves five kids
You me?

I'm a artist
Out here to grind my hardest
Up early so to the cow
Keep my John out here plowin' the fields
To my John Hancock's worth up in the now
Went from hangin' on to hangin' on a chart
Positions is part of my to hangin' on top
Gotta get your cracker or with them crackers
And them ass niggaz if you like it or not

I've been to work more efficiently in the dirt
I'm hands on with it all up in my
try to get off the farm but fell into harm
Of gettin' in the game of street pharmaceuticals
But I was raised in those blue themes
Havin' white collar dreams 'cause I see it means
And though the meek shall inherit the earth but don't
The are the one's who inherit the debt

You can bet I got things to do than that
I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his
Came on my land, my cattle and catalog
As if it wouldn't me less than coy
But I'm far from bitter even farther quittin'
Got a grind to make, no time for sittin'
And XBox, stand up and exercise my rights
As of by of through masta's eye
It's the grind

Know what I'm I'm sick of askin' that
I mean the street is that
I'm gonna milk the cow and cook the
At I have some kind of food and drink
Because sometimes you can't back
Like said, "If you need 5 cents don't ask for 3
Ask for 10, for sure"

Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I here for that
I was born with the bap, respect the name
My on experience was hands on my first contract
Taught me quick how to the game
Introduced to the block, got to the block
But your neighbors be the who throw shit on your lawn
It's like every time we pop, they got annoyed
But we got and we got along

And puttin' on the calendars, worse on them calendars
of hump days that broke the camel's back
The grind'll make today look
And paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in black
Meet the rhyme, street grind, son, the beast
I'm a take it at the horns the pinky toe torn
And you why we here this long
'Cause when it to puttin' in work
Once again on

I'm like everybody else, man
An average nigga with above average
You know I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman
I'm sayin' that I how to act like a gentleman
In order to get the that I need
And if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I'm gonna do
This no accident, man, we, we stayin' this

You damn I am proud of myself, man
I'm of my team, man
I don't you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real?
I don't have sex with I do business with neither
And the real
But I do, do business people that I have sex with
So if there ain't no conflict, let's get grind on
'Cause I'm gonna the shit outta you, that's word