Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas nine
One what dum-dum, the police gotta come
And the kids from crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps dying me, I need to breathe 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 niggas step aside, cause them 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, they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, back 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, stay on my grind
If your scheme bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme bout 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 even swim
But too many niggas I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't a pen
It's me your kin, the one major love to call
Got Chamillionaire on the did you get him, naw
Yep I kept it, the rapper got slept with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no 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 shut, and your left get left 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 ready to
I'm in the fast lane, you trying to catch a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you 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 hundred percent, I've been it the start
I always kept it real, you always kept it
I always showed love, you always showed
You think the owe you, but you ain't got a clue
If you be good to the game, be good to you
You claiming that you real, but you like a piece of
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