Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas nine
One what dum-dum, the police gotta come
And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done
Raps without me, I need to breathe some breath in it
It seems like a shortage, of real niggas left in it
Ain't no if's or but's, somebody 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 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 where due
So respect my my struggle, my mind and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If your scheme bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme bout green, I forgot it nevermind
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 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 love to call
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the rapper got with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my had no depth in it
criticizing Koopa, now Koopa addressing 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 shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the chump
You talking BFI trash, but you a punk
I'm on the to success, and I'm ready to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to a ride
I it through the grapevine, you been talking down
But you be riding my dick, as I come around
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts your
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it the start
I kept it real, you always kept it fake
I always showed love, you always 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 claiming that you real, but you 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 stay in ya place