Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with lines
My the kinda rhyme, that make niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police come down
And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done
dying without me, I need to breathe 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 game got a lot of rappers, but I am the best in it move

Fake niggas step aside, them real niggas coming through
You can try to my shine, but there is nothing 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 finger, talking back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect where due
So respect my my struggle, my mind and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my
If your scheme bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it
If team ain't my team, get in line and get behind
I'm next up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't 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 love to call
Got Chamillionaire on the did you get him, naw
Yep I with it, the rapper got slept with it
my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now addressing it
Stop 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 shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the people's
You talking BFI trash, but you still a
I'm on the to success, and I'm ready to drive
I'm in the lane, you still trying to catch a ride
I heard it the grapevine, you been talking down
But you be riding my dick, as I come around
I know you see me shining, I it hurts your heart
I'm one percent, I've been it from the start
I always kept it real, you kept it fake
I always showed love, you showed hate
You think the game owe you, but you ain't got a
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 to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya