Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

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

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

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, your get declined
If your ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your ain't my team, get in line and get behind
I'm next up in line, headed up with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I even swim
But ain't too many niggas I know, that go as deep as
And me freestyle, naw I don't need a pen It's me your kin*, the one major labels love to call
Got Chamillionaire on the did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the rapper got with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no in it
Niggas Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go in it
Or put your 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 still a
I'm on the to success, and I'm ready to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you 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 know it hurts your
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it from the
I kept it real, you always kept it fake
I always love, you always showed hate
You think the game owe you, but you got a clue
If you be good to the game, be good to you
You claiming that you real, but you like a of glass
I can see through your lies, you falling off
You trying to as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a pace stay in ya place