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, that make niggas punch
One dum-dum, the police gotta come down
And keep the from crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to some breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of niggas left in it
Ain't no 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 step aside, cause 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 hustle my struggle, my mind and my
I can make it to the top, when they was saying I lose
Now I got my middle finger, back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect where due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my and my grind

Gotta grind, stay on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, your get declined
If scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your 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 even swim
But ain't too many niggas I know, go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't a pen
It's me your kin, the one labels love to call
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the rapper got slept it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no 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 left get squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the chump
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 talking
But you be riding my dick, soon as I around
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts your
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it from the
I kept it real, you always kept it fake
I always showed love, you always showed
You think the 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 like a of glass
I can see through your lies, you off fast
You trying to sprint as fast as you can, the race
But you'd be better off, at a steady pace stay in ya place