Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the gotta come down
And keep the kids crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps dying me, I need to breathe some breath in it
It seems it's a shortage, of real niggas left 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 in it nigga move

Fake niggas step aside, them real niggas coming through
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 it to the top, when they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, back to you
I done my dues, to get me respect where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my and my grind

Gotta grind, stay on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, transaction get declined
If your scheme bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If team 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 can't even
But too many 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 with it, the rapper got slept with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my had no depth in it
Niggas Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go in it
Or put money against my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your right eye shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the chump
You talking BFI trash, but you a punk
I'm on the road to success, and I'm to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you still 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 your heart
I'm one percent, I've been it from the start
I always kept it real, you always it fake
I always love, you always showed hate
You think the owe you, but you ain't got a clue
If you be to the game, it'll be good to you
You claiming that you real, but you like a of glass
I can see through your lies, you off fast
You to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a pace stay in ya place