Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

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

1 - Royce]
Fuck is wrong you?
Go ahead and your crew
That I can end your career in than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm an iris in my empire
You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the virus
Dead a verse, I got more bars Leavenworth
The present president backwards me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab with guns
Kiss hands and babies
I the medic hurt
Fuck a too
Them faggots is boys
I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up
The city's in an over the hustler
I got it on lock like up north but more
These rap niggas sayin' that they rollin' on 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 aspire to get a chain that's
I aspire to get a chain of
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 pregnant like 50 & Lil' Weezy
I don't give a fuck shit
Got nothin' to say to but "suck dick"
I fuck yo' bitch and her back to you
Pussy like she been in dawg
And when I'm with she gon' need a cable all
My dream is a Bitch like Nicki Minaj
And if the ass real then I've with the facade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, your demise
The screwed on now the clips in disguise
Now who the fuck goin' harder Nickel?
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go
So much harder everybody
I Doe tag the toe of every body

We go
A
We go
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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 this
Da da da da da da da
The never be the same
Yeah, you know

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 they buyin' this
Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you a Jackass
I spit dope, my fans got a crack
If you can beat me on congrats
The loser when 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 fifties and
Hit the lights she realize it's counterfeit
My get large cash
Push the rock good as Bobby 'fore the car crash
I get cash
Tour cash, more
Don't wanna pay me, take it out of your ass
Do what you fam
I say fam I fry a man
Feelin' angry man, flight 'em in
Feelin' godly, what fool battle me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot pool with the
Few challenge me who do catastrophe
Three guns point 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 and the reverend
put 'em on a 747 and the destination's Heaven
For
Break into my notebook and find more shit than the friskin' Rambo
Make 'em to black, fit 'em for a blindfold
Told you I'm a pitbull (die slow)
I'll really hit your crib with the
Break a baby back and ribs
I my bullets Chillis