Luyện nghe bài hát Respect My Grind

See rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas punch
One what dum-dum, the gotta come down
And keep the from crying, too late cause you done dying
dying without me, I need to breathe some breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of real 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, them real niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine, but there is 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 finger, talking back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my and my grind

Gotta grind, gotta stay on my
If your scheme ain't bout green, your get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I 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 labels love to call
Got Chamillionaire on the did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the 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 your money my uppercut punch, and let's win it
right eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa

[Paul
I'm the champ, you the people's chump
You talking BFI trash, but you still a
I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to
I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to catch a
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 always kept it real, you always it fake
I always showed love, you always hate
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 your lies, you off fast
You to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady stay in ya place