Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

[Intro - talking]
Bar 3 tramp. Yeah! Whoooooo!

1 - Royce]
Fuck is with you?
Go and inform your crew
I can end your career in less than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm an iris in my empire
as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus
Dead a verse, I got bars than Leavenworth
The president backwards call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas guns
Kiss hands and babies
I make the medic
Fuck a too
Them faggots is fuck
I should rap over the Brinks truck up noise
The city's in an uproar the hustler
I got it on lock like up but much more
These rap sayin' that they rollin' on them wheels
But the rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill
high
Speakin' of
We
You will see us get paper before you see us
Hip hop
The of neo-soul
The only thing sing is my pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's
You aspire to get a that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a of businesses
I retire
Gettin' at me what the business is
I kill the if he witnesses
I it look easy
Before I Self Destruct, I'ma get some hoes pregnant 50 & Lil' Weezy
I don't a fuck about shit
Got nothin' to say to but "suck dick"
I yo' bitch and send 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 Nicki Minaj
And if the ass ain't real then with the facade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick demise
The silencers screwed on now the in disguise
Now who the fuck harder than Nickel?
I take a shit on any nigga, no for tissue I go hard
So much harder everybody
I John Doe tag the toe of 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 never be the same
Yeah, you this

2 - Kid Vishis]
Ignite
Make him swallow shells that'll clog his
Make the do the heimlich
for the loot like a riot
This is
Rap niggas don't it unless buyin' this
Blame it on the like Steve-O, you still a Jackass
I dope, my fans got a crack habit
If you can me on beats congrats
The loser when I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass
you call rappin', I call trash
Every punch you strong, I call jabs, so listen
I'm sicker a stripper, if you tip her give her fifties and twenties
Hit the lights she realize it's counterfeit
My niggas get cash
the rock good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash
I get star
Tour cash, cash
Don't 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, fool wanna battle me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot with the galaxy
Few challenge me who do catastrophe
Three cash guns the guard, I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, I'll through
The time you see a gun is when mine 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 than the cops Rambo
Make 'em to black, fit 'em for a blindfold
you I'm a Dibo pitbull (die slow)
I'll really hit your crib the semi
Break a nigga back and ribs
I my bullets Chillis