Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas nine
One what dum-dum, the police come down
And keep the kids from crying, too cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to breathe breath in it
It like it's a shortage, of real niggas left in it
no if's and'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 stop my shine, but there is 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, they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, back 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 scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it
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 even swim
But ain't too many I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I need a pen
me your kin, the one major labels 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
crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put your money my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and left get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the people's champ, you the people's
You talking BFI trash, but you still a
I'm on the road to success, and I'm to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you talking down
But you be riding my dick, soon as I come
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts 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 showed hate
You the game owe you, but you ain't got a clue
If you be to the game, it'll be good to you
You that you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see through your lies, you falling off
You trying to sprint as fast as you can, the race
But you'd be better off, at a steady pace stay in ya place