Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See rhyme's the kinda 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 the kids from crying, too late cause you done dying
dying 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 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, cause 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 saying I lose
Now I got my middle finger, back to you
I paid my dues, to get me respect where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If your scheme bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I it nevermind
If team ain't my team, get in line and get behind
I'm next up in line, headed up 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 freestyle, naw I don't need a pen
It's me your kin, the one major labels love to
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the got slept with it
my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now Koopa it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go 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 champ, you the people's chump
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 trying to a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you been talking
But you be riding my dick, soon as I around
I you see me shining, I know it hurts your heart
I'm one hundred percent, been it from the start
I kept it real, you always kept it fake
I always showed love, you always showed
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 to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place