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 punch
One what dum-dum, the police come down
And keep the kids crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to some breath in it
It seems like 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 best in it nigga

Fake step aside, cause them real niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine, but is nothing 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, when they was I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, back to you
I done my dues, to get me respect where it's due
So my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my
If scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it
If team ain't my team, get in line and get behind
I'm next up in line, headed up there with and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't even
But ain't too many niggas I know, 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 Chamillionaire on the did you get him, naw
Yep I with it, the rapper got slept with it
Said my was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go in it
Or put your against my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted

[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 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 always kept it real, you always kept it
I always showed love, you showed 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 a piece of glass
I can see through lies, you falling off fast
You trying to as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, at a steady pace stay in ya place