Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make punch nine
One dum-dum, the police gotta come down
And keep the kids crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to breathe some in it
It seems 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 through
You can try to stop my shine, but there is 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 I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If your ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I it nevermind
If your ain't 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 even swim
But ain't too many niggas I know, go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't 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 slept it
Said my was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now addressing it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go in it
Or put your against my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and left get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the chump
You talking BFI trash, but you still a
I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to
I'm in the lane, you still trying to catch a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you been talking
But you be my dick, soon as I come around
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts heart
I'm one hundred percent, been it from 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