Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas punch
One dum-dum, the police gotta come down
And keep the kids from crying, too cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to some breath in it
It seems it's a shortage, of real niggas left in it
Ain't no if'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 real niggas coming
You can try to my shine, but there is nothing you can do-oo
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 saying I would
Now I got my middle finger, talking to you
I done my dues, to get me respect where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my and my grind

Gotta grind, stay on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get
If your scheme ain't bout green, I it nevermind
If your team ain't my team, get in 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 swim
But ain't too many 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 labels love to
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the got slept with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now addressing it
Stop playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put money against my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the people's
You talking BFI trash, but you a punk
I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to
I'm in the fast lane, you still to catch a ride
I heard it the grapevine, you been talking down
But you be riding my dick, as I come around
I you see me shining, I know it hurts your heart
I'm one hundred percent, been it from the start
I always kept it real, you kept it fake
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 you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see through lies, you falling off fast
You to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
But be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place