Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas punch
One what dum-dum, the police gotta down
And keep the kids from crying, too late you done dying
Raps dying me, I need 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, somebody is in it
The game got a lot of rappers, but I am the best in it move

Fake niggas step aside, cause them niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can
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, back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect where due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my
If your scheme bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team ain't my team, get in line and get
I'm next up in line, headed up with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I even swim
But ain't too many niggas I know, that go as deep as
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I need a pen It's me your kin*, the one major labels love to call
Got on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the rapper got slept 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 and go dress in it
Or put your money against my 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 BFI trash, but you still a punk
I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to
I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you been talking
But you be riding my dick, as I come around
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts heart
I'm one percent, I've been it from the start
I always kept it real, you always it fake
I showed 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 that you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see through your lies, you falling off
You to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
But be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place