Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas nine
One what dum-dum, the police come 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 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 step aside, cause 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 hustle my struggle, my mind and my
I can make it to the top, when they was I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, talking to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect where due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my
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 even
But ain't too many niggas I know, that go as as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't need a pen It's me your kin*, the one major labels to call
Got Chamillionaire on the did you get him, naw
Yep I with it, the rapper got slept with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no in it
criticizing Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go in it
Or put your money against my uppercut punch, and win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the chump
You BFI trash, but you still a punk
I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to
I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to catch a
I heard it through the grapevine, you talking down
But you be riding my dick, soon as I come
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts heart
I'm one percent, I've been it from the start
I always it real, you always kept it fake
I always love, you always showed hate
You think the 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 whole
But you'd be better off, at a steady pace stay in ya place