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 gotta come
And the kids from crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to breathe breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of real niggas in it
Ain't no if's and's or but's, is deaf in it
The game got a lot of rappers, but I am the best in it move

Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas coming
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 they was saying I would
Now I got my middle finger, talking to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect where due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my
If your scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get
If your scheme ain't bout green, I it nevermind
If your team my team, get in line 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 uh-um freestyle, naw I don't 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 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 squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the chump
You talking BFI trash, but you still a
I'm on the road to success, and I'm to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you still to catch a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you been talking
But you be riding my dick, soon as I come
I know you see me shining, I know it your heart
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it 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 ain't got a
If you be good to the game, it'll be 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 as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, at a steady pace stay in ya place