Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the rhyme, that make niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police gotta come
And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done
Raps dying without me, I need to breathe breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of real niggas in it
Ain't no and'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 niggas step aside, cause them niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can
We ready, we for you
So my hustle 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 done my dues, to get me respect where it's 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 scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If team ain't my team, get in line and get behind
I'm up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't swim
But ain't too many I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't need a pen me your kin*, the one major 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 was cool, and my album had no depth in it
criticizing Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
Stop playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put your money against my uppercut punch, and win it
Your eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the people's
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 a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you been down
But you be riding my dick, as I come around
I know you see me shining, I know it your heart
I'm one hundred percent, I've 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 got a clue
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 your lies, you off fast
You trying to sprint as fast as you can, the whole
But you'd be better off, keeping at a pace stay in ya place