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 punch nine
One dum-dum, the police gotta come down
And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you dying
Raps dying without me, I to breathe some breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of niggas left 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 in it nigga move

Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas through
You can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can
We ready, we for you
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my
I can make it to the top, when they was I would lose
Now I got my finger, talking back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me where it's due
So my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If your scheme ain't green, your transaction get declined
If your ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team ain't my team, get in line and get
I'm up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't swim
But too many niggas I know, that go as deep as them
And me freestyle, naw I don't need a pen
It's me your kin, the one major labels to call
Got Chamillionaire on the did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the rapper got slept it
Said my was cool, and my album had no depth in it
criticizing Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go in it
Or put your money against my punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and your get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the chump
You BFI trash, but you still a punk
I'm on the to success, and I'm ready to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to catch a
I it through the grapevine, you been talking down
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, be good to you
You that you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see your 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 stay in ya place