Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make 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 some breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of real niggas in it
Ain't no if's or but's, somebody is deaf in it
The got a lot of rappers, but I am the best in it nigga move

Fake step aside, cause them real niggas coming through
You can try to my shine, but there 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, when they was saying I lose
Now I got my middle finger, talking to you
I done paid my dues, to get me where it's due
So my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my
If your scheme bout green, your transaction get declined
If scheme ain't 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 with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I even swim
But ain't too many niggas I know, that go as as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't need a pen It's me your kin*, the one labels love to call
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the got slept with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no in it
Niggas Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put your money against my punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the 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 catch a
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 hurts your
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it the start
I always kept it real, you always it fake
I showed 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 that you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see through your lies, you falling off
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