Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, make niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the gotta come down
And keep the from crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to some breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of real niggas in it
Ain't no and'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 niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can
We ready, we for you
So my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind
I can it to the top, when they was saying I would lose
Now I got my finger, talking back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my

Gotta grind, stay on my grind
If scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it
If your team ain't my team, get in line and get
I'm up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I even swim
But ain't too niggas I know, that go as deep as them
And me freestyle, naw I don't need a pen It's me your kin*, the one major labels love to call
Got Chamillionaire on the did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the rapper got with it
Said my was cool, and my album had no depth in it
criticizing Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go in it
Or put your money 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 to drive
I'm in the lane, you still trying to catch a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you talking down
But you be my dick, soon as I come around
I know you see me shining, I know it your heart
I'm one hundred percent, I've it from the start
I always kept it real, you kept it fake
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, be good to you
You claiming that you real, but you like a piece of
I can see through lies, you falling off fast
You trying to sprint as as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a pace stay in ya place