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 police gotta down
And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done
Raps dying me, I need to breathe some breath in it
It seems like a shortage, of real 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 step aside, cause them real niggas coming
You can try to my shine, but there 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, they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect where due
So respect my my struggle, my mind and my grind

Gotta grind, stay on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I it nevermind
If your team my team, get in line and get behind
I'm next up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't even
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 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 with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my had no depth in it
Niggas Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put your money my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and your get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the people's
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 trying to catch a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you been down
But you be riding my dick, soon as I around
I know you see me shining, I know it your heart
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it the start
I always it real, you always kept it fake
I always showed love, you always hate
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 you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see through lies, you falling off fast
You trying to sprint as fast as you can, the whole
But you'd be better off, at a steady pace stay in ya place