Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas nine
One what dum-dum, the police come down
And the kids from crying, too late cause you done 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, somebody is 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 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 it to the top, when they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, talking to you
I done paid my dues, to get me where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my and my grind

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

[Paul
I'm the champ, you the people's chump
You talking BFI trash, but you still a
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 heard it through the grapevine, you been down
But you be riding my dick, soon as I around
I know you see me shining, I know it your heart
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it from the
I always kept it real, you always 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, be good to you
You that you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see through your lies, you off fast
You trying to as fast as you can, the whole race
But be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place