Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

[Intro - Royce
Bar 3 tramp. Yeah! Whoooooo!

1 - Royce]
Fuck is wrong you?
Go ahead and inform crew
That I can end your career in less than a or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an iris in my
You're as threatenin' as Cyrus with the hiney virus
Dead a verse, I got more bars than
The president backwards call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas guns
hands and shake babies
I make the hurt
Fuck a too
Them faggots is fuck
I should rap over the Brinks backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar over the
I got it on lock like up but much more
These rap niggas sayin' that they on them wheels
But the only rollin' they doin' is on the pill
high
Speakin' of
We
You see us get paper before you see us fold
Hip hop
The of neo-soul
The only thing sing is my pistol when I'm Ne-Yo's soul
You aspire to get a that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of
I nigga
Gettin' at me ain't the business is
I kill the if he witnesses
I it look easy
Before I Self Destruct, get some hoes pregnant like 50 & Lil' Weezy
I don't a fuck about shit
Got to say to y'all but "suck dick"
I fuck yo' and send her back to you
Pussy she been in labor dawg
And when I'm done with she gon' a cable all
My dream mistress is a Bitch like Minaj
And if the ass ain't real then I've with the
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your
The screwed on now the clips in disguise
Now who the fuck goin' than Nickel?
I take a on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go hard
So much harder everybody
I Doe tag the toe of every body

We go
A
We go
Da da da da
He go
A
We go
Da da da da
We go
A
We go
Go hard, so
So hard, so

The nigga in the game
Yeah, you know
Da da da da da da da
The game never be the
Yeah, you know

[Verse 2 - Kid
violence
Make him swallow that'll clog his windpipe
Make the doctor do the
Fightin' for the like a riot
is Pay-Per-View
Rap niggas don't it unless they this
Blame it on the drugs Steve-O, you still a Jackass
I spit dope, my got a crack habit
If you can beat me on beats
The sore loser when I snatch him out the booth I beat his ass
What you call rappin', I trash
Every punch you call strong, I jabs, so listen
I'm sicker than a stripper, if you tip her give her fifties and
Hit the lights she it's counterfeit money
My niggas get large
Push the rock good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car
I get star
cash, more cash
Don't wanna pay me, I'ma take it out of ass
Do what you fam
I say fam I fry a man
Feelin' angry man, I'll 'em in
Feelin' godly, what wanna battle me?
I use the as a cue
And pool with the galaxy
Few could challenge me who do
cash guns point the guard, I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, slap through
The only time you see a gun is when is pointin' at you
Skip the church and the
I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the Heaven
For
Break into my notebook and find more shit the cops friskin' Rambo
Make 'em fade to black, fit 'em for a
you I'm a Dibo pitbull (die slow)
I'll really hit your crib the semi
Break a nigga baby back and
I my bullets Chillis