Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police gotta come
And the kids from crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps without me, I need to breathe some breath in it
It like it's a shortage, of real niggas left in it
Ain't no if's and's or but's, somebody is 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, they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, talking to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If your scheme ain't green, your transaction get declined
If scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team ain't my team, get in line and get
I'm next up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't swim
But ain't too niggas I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't need a pen It's me your kin*, the one major love to call
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the rapper got with it
my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now addressing it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go in it
Or put your money against my punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get 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 still to catch a ride
I heard it the grapevine, you been talking down
But you be riding my dick, as I come around
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts heart
I'm one hundred percent, been it from the start
I always kept it real, you always it fake
I always showed love, you always showed
You the game owe you, but you ain't got a clue
If you be good to the game, 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 steady pace stay in ya