Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

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

[Verse 1 -
Fuck is wrong with
Go and inform your 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 Miley Cyrus with the virus
Dead a verse, I got more bars than
The present president call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas knives, stab niggas with guns
Kiss hands and babies
I make the medic
Fuck a too
Them is fuck boys
I should rap the Brinks truck backin' up noise
The in an uproar over the hustler
I got it on lock like up north but much
These rap niggas sayin' they rollin' on them wheels
But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the
high
Speakin' of
We
You see us get paper before you see us fold
Hip hop
The opposite of
The only thing is my pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul
You to get a chain that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of
I retire
Gettin' at me ain't the business is
I the kitten if he witnesses
I it look easy
Before I Self Destruct, I'ma get some pregnant like 50 & Lil' Weezy
I don't a fuck about shit
Got nothin' to say to but "suck dick"
I fuck yo' bitch and her back to you
Pussy like she been in labor
And I'm done with she gon' need a cable all
My dream mistress is a Bitch like Minaj
And if the ass ain't real then I've the facade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your
The silencers screwed on now the clips in
Now who the fuck harder than Nickel?
I a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go hard
So harder than everybody
I John Doe tag the toe of every

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

2 - Kid Vishis]
Ignite
Make him swallow shells that'll clog his
Make the doctor do the
Fightin' for the loot like a
is Pay-Per-View
Rap niggas don't it they buyin' this
Blame it on the like Steve-O, you still a Jackass
I dope, my fans got a crack habit
If you can beat me on beats
The sore loser I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass
What you call rappin', I trash
Every punch you strong, I call jabs, so listen
I'm sicker than a stripper, if you tip her give her and twenties
Hit the she realize it's counterfeit money
My get large cash
Push the rock good as Hurley 'fore the car crash
I get star
Tour cash, more
wanna pay me, I'ma take it out of your ass
Do what you fam
I say fam I fry a man
angry man, I'll flight 'em in
Feelin' godly, what fool wanna me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot with the galaxy
Few challenge me who do catastrophe
Three cash guns point the guard, I'm Steve
You a rap group, I'll slap
The only you see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you
Skip the and the reverend
I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the destination's
For
into my notebook and find more shit than the cops friskin' Rambo
Make 'em fade to black, fit 'em for a
Told you I'm a pitbull (die slow)
I'll really hit crib with the semi
Break a baby back and ribs
I call my Chillis