Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas punch
One dum-dum, the police gotta come down
And keep the kids crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I to breathe some breath in it
It like it's a shortage, of real niggas left 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 stop my shine, but is nothing you can do-oo
We ready, we for you
So respect my my struggle, my mind 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 paid my dues, to get me respect where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my
If scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team ain't my team, get in and get behind
I'm next up in line, headed up there with and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't swim
But ain't too many niggas I know, go as deep 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 Chamillionaire on the did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the got slept with it
Said my was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now Koopa it
crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put your money my uppercut punch, and let's win it
right eye swollen shut, and your 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 to success, and I'm ready to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you still to catch a ride
I it through the grapevine, you been 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 percent, I've been it from the start
I always kept it real, you always kept it
I showed love, you always showed hate
You the game owe you, but you ain't got a clue
If you be good to the game, it'll be to you
You claiming that you real, but you like a of glass
I can see through your lies, you falling off
You to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
But be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place