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 niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police gotta down
And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done
Raps dying without me, I need to breathe some 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 game got a lot of rappers, but I am the best in it move

Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas coming
You can try to stop my shine, but there is you can do-oo
We ready, we for you
So my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind
I can make it to the top, when was saying 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 my struggle, my mind and my grind

Gotta grind, stay on my grind
If your ain't bout green, your transaction 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 with and them
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 your kin*, the one major love to call
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept it, the rapper got slept with it
Said my 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 your against my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the people's
You talking BFI trash, but you a punk
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 it through the grapevine, you been talking down
But you be riding my dick, soon as I around
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts heart
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it the start
I always kept it real, you always kept it
I always showed love, you always hate
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 you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see through your lies, you off fast
You trying to as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady pace in ya place