Luyện nghe bài hát On My Grind

Real nigga

I been on my grind, I done for green
I done for days just to go and get paid
And I done on them blocks, I done ran from no cops
And I done them rocks but at the end of the day
I got to get paid.

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Well I'm a County carnivore
Get it I got a boy
Money what I hustled for, to the fucking core
Ever since that I was born, street I was sworn
nigga fuck a whore, M.O. be the preacher boy
Either I'm the meet the heater millimeter toy
Love to go and a boy, bang nice to meet you boy
Yeah, you a dead nigga comin'
Young Gutta I was without that silver spoon
Pen and pad, Dad in the living room
Messing up his innertubes, rule number one to
One supply you never use, that's the I'm sticking to
Money is my institute, is my prostitute
And I call my interlude, rappers they identi' fools
Grinding since I been in
Eating without that fork or spoon, money man to it
Money man you should do it, yappa chopper to it
Thugging in my blood

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And taught me always told me "Get your money youngin"
Just amount to nothing
Always seemed to reach for
I took her word in vain and claimed to keep that paper
Them case a hundreds keep them cloudy days away sunny
But long nights a paranoia let take it from me
So I toss and turn, blow and till my eyes turn
yappa ferm pop a germ if any concerns
I got them goons lurking haters murder paint it
That's work and let my killers do unrated versions
I'm a hustler, so 954
Black tee from the neighborhood store
Thugged out, south when I was just a boy
I figured was my only institution ward
Was never crazy, fuck you pay me, was a maybe
You play me, miss your lady, kiss your baby bye
Was only sixteen with pistols in my

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I got to get
I got to get