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 niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police gotta come
And keep the kids crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to breathe some in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of 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 aside, cause them 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, they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, talking to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my
If your ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team my team, get in line and get behind
I'm up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't even
But too many niggas I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't need a pen me your 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
my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now Koopa it
Stop 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 Koopa

[Paul
I'm the champ, you the people's chump
You BFI trash, but you still a punk
I'm on the road to success, and I'm to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to a ride
I it through the grapevine, you been talking down
But you be riding my dick, soon as I come
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts your
I'm one hundred percent, I've it from the start
I always kept it real, you always kept it
I always showed love, you showed hate
You think the game owe you, but you got a clue
If you be good to the game, it'll be to you
You that you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see your lies, you falling off fast
You trying to as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya