Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, make niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the gotta come down
And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done
dying without me, I need to breathe some breath in it
It seems it's a shortage, of real niggas left in it
Ain't no if's and's or but's, somebody is in it
The got a lot of rappers, but I am the best in it nigga move

Fake niggas step aside, cause real niggas coming through
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 and my grind
I can it to the top, when they was saying 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 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 ain't my team, get in and get behind
I'm next up in line, up there with 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 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 with it, the rapper got slept with it
my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now Koopa it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go in it
Or put money against my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get 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 lane, you still trying to catch a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you talking down
But you be my dick, soon as I come around
I you see me shining, I know it hurts your heart
I'm one hundred percent, I've it from the start
I kept it real, you always kept it fake
I always showed love, you always hate
You think the owe you, but you ain't got a clue
If you be to the game, it'll be good to you
You claiming that you real, but you like a piece of
I can see through your lies, you falling off
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