Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, make niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police come down
And keep the kids from crying, too cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to some breath in it
It like it's a shortage, of real niggas left in it
no if's and's or but's, somebody is deaf in it
The game got a lot of rappers, but I am the in it nigga move

Fake niggas step aside, them real niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine, but there is 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, talking to you
I paid my dues, to get me respect where it's due
So my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If your ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't green, I forgot it nevermind
If team ain't my team, get in line and get behind
I'm next up in line, up there with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't even
But too many niggas I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I need a pen
It's me your kin, the one major labels to call
Got Chamillionaire on the did you get him, naw
Yep I with it, the rapper got slept with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my 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 right eye swollen shut, and your left get left Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the people's
You talking BFI trash, but you a punk
I'm on the road to success, and I'm to drive
I'm in the lane, you still trying to catch a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you talking down
But you be riding my dick, as I come around
I know you see me shining, I it hurts your heart
I'm one percent, I've been it from the start
I always it real, you always kept it fake
I showed love, you always showed 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 that 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, keeping at a steady pace in ya place