Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

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

[Verse 1 -
Fuck is wrong you?
Go and inform your crew
That I can end your career in less than a or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm an iris in my empire
You're as threatenin' as Cyrus with the hiney virus
Dead a verse, I got more than Leavenworth
The present backwards call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas with
Kiss and shake babies
I the medic hurt
a producer 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 like up north but much more
These rap niggas sayin' that they rollin' on wheels
But the only rollin' they doin' is on the pill
They
Speakin' of
We
You will see us get paper you see us fold
Hip hop
The opposite of
The only thing sing is my pistol when I'm takin' soul
You aspire to get a that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of
I retire
at me ain't what the business is
I the kitten if he witnesses
I make it look
Before I Self Destruct, I'ma get hoes pregnant like 50 & Lil' Weezy
I don't give a fuck about
Got to say to y'all but "suck dick"
I fuck yo' bitch and send her to you
Pussy she been in labor dawg
And when I'm done with she need a cable all
My mistress is a Bitch like 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 clips in
Now who the fuck goin' harder than
I a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go hard
So harder than 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 best in the game
Yeah, you know
Da da da da da da da
The game be the same
Yeah, you this

2 - Kid Vishis]
Ignite
him swallow shells that'll clog his windpipe
Make the do the heimlich
for the loot like a riot
This is
Rap niggas don't it they buyin' this
Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a
I spit dope, my got a crack habit
If you can beat me on congrats
The sore loser I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass
What you call rappin', I call
Every punch you strong, I call jabs, so listen
I'm sicker than a stripper, if you tip her her fifties 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 cash
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
Feelin' man, I'll flight 'em in
Feelin' godly, fool wanna battle me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot with the galaxy
Few could challenge me who do
Three cash guns the guard, I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, I'll through
The only time you see a gun is when is pointin' at you
the church and the reverend
I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the destination's
For
Break into my notebook and find more shit than the friskin' Rambo
'em fade to black, fit 'em for a blindfold
Told you I'm a Dibo (die slow)
I'll hit your crib with the semi
Break a nigga back and ribs
I call my bullets