Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the rhyme, that make niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police gotta down
And keep the kids from crying, too cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I to breathe some breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of real left in it
Ain't no if's and's or but's, is deaf in it
The game got a lot of rappers, but I am the best in it move

Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas coming
You can try to stop my shine, but is nothing you can do-oo
We ready, we for you
So respect my hustle my struggle, my and my grind
I can it to the top, when they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me where it's due
So my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my
If your scheme ain't bout green, your get declined
If scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team ain't my team, get in and get behind
I'm next up in line, headed up there Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't swim
But ain't too many I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I need a pen It's me your kin*, the one major labels love to call
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I with it, the rapper got slept with it
Said my was cool, and my album had no depth in it
criticizing Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
Stop playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put money against my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the chump
You talking BFI trash, but you a punk
I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to
I'm in the lane, you still trying to catch a ride
I it through the grapevine, you been talking down
But you be riding my dick, soon as I come
I know you see me shining, I it hurts your heart
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it the start
I always kept it real, you always kept it
I always showed love, you always hate
You the game owe you, but you ain't got a clue
If you be to the game, it'll be good to you
You that you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see through your lies, you off fast
You trying to sprint as fast as you can, the race
But you'd be better off, at a steady pace stay in ya place