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 cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to breathe breath in it
It like it's a shortage, of real niggas left in it
Ain't no if'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 step aside, cause real niggas coming through
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 make it to the top, when they was saying I lose
Now I got my middle finger, back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get
If scheme ain't 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 with Jay-Z and
Big E and Em-inem, and I even swim
But ain't too many 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
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now addressing it
Stop crying playa, go get a and go dress in it
Or put your money against my uppercut punch, and win it
Your right eye shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa

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