Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, make niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police come down
And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done
Raps dying without me, I to breathe some breath in it
It like it's a shortage, of real 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 coming through
You can try to my shine, but there is nothing you can do-oo
We ready, we for you
So my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind
I can make it to the top, when they was I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, talking to you
I paid my dues, to get me respect where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my

Gotta grind, gotta on my grind
If your ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team my team, get in line and get behind
I'm up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't even
But ain't too niggas I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I need 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 criticizing Koopa, now Koopa it
crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put your against my uppercut 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 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 my dick, soon as I come around
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts your
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it from the
I kept it real, you always kept it fake
I always love, you always showed hate
You the game 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 a piece of glass
I can see your 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 stay in ya place