Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the rhyme, that make niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police come down
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 niggas left 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 niggas step aside, cause them niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine, but is nothing you can do-oo
We ready, we for you
So my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind
I can make it to the top, when 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 my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get
If your scheme ain't green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team ain't my team, get in and get behind
I'm next up in line, headed up there with and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't even
But ain't too many niggas I know, that go as deep as
And me freestyle, naw I don't need a pen
It's me your kin, the one major labels to call
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept it, the rapper got slept with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now Koopa it
crying playa, go get a dress and go dress 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 chump
You talking BFI trash, but you a punk
I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to
I'm in the fast lane, you trying to catch 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 hurts your
I'm one hundred percent, I've 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 got a clue
If you be good to the game, 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 trying to sprint as as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady pace in ya place