Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas nine
One dum-dum, the police gotta come down
And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you 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 best in it nigga

Fake niggas step aside, cause them 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, talking to you
I done my dues, to get me respect where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If scheme ain't bout green, your transaction 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 there with and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I even swim
But too many niggas 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 kept with it, the rapper got slept it
my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
crying 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 still a
I'm on the to success, and I'm ready to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you still to catch a ride
I heard it the grapevine, you been talking down
But you be riding my dick, soon as I around
I you see me shining, I know it hurts your heart
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it the start
I always kept it real, you kept it fake
I always showed love, you always showed
You think the game owe you, but you ain't got a
If you be to the game, it'll be good to you
You claiming that you real, but you a piece of glass
I can see through lies, you falling off fast
You to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady pace in ya place