Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

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

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

Gotta grind, stay on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, your get declined
If your scheme bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team my team, get in line 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 too many niggas I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't need a pen It's me kin*, the one major labels love to call
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept it, the rapper got slept with it
my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now Koopa it
crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put your against my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the chump
You talking BFI trash, but you still a
I'm on the road to success, and I'm to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you still 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 it from the start
I always it real, you always kept it fake
I always showed love, you showed hate
You the game owe you, but you ain't got a clue
If you be good to the game, be good to you
You claiming that you real, but you like a piece of
I can see through your lies, you off fast
You to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya