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 punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police gotta come
And keep the kids from crying, too late you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to some breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of real niggas in it
no if's 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 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, they was saying 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 hustle my struggle, my and my grind

Gotta grind, stay on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, transaction get declined
If your scheme bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team 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, that go as deep as
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I 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 got slept with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now addressing it
crying 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 get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the champ, you the people's chump
You BFI trash, but you still a punk
I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to
I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you been talking
But you be my dick, soon 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 kept it real, you always kept it fake
I always love, you always showed hate
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 race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya