Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

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

1 - Royce]
Fuck is wrong with
Go ahead and your crew
I can end your career in less than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an in my empire
as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus
Dead a verse, I got more bars than
The present president call me "Tnediserp"
I niggas with knives, stab niggas with guns
Kiss and shake babies
I make the hurt
a producer too
Them is fuck boys
I rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar the hustler
I got it on like up north but much more
These rap niggas sayin' that they rollin' on them
But the rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill
They
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 Ne-Yo's soul
You to get a chain that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of
I retire
at me ain't what the business is
I kill the kitten if he
I make it look
Before I Self Destruct, I'ma get some hoes pregnant like 50 & Weezy
I don't a fuck about shit
Got to say to y'all but "suck dick"
I fuck yo' bitch and send her to you
Pussy like she in labor dawg
And when I'm done with she gon' a cable all
My dream mistress is a Bitch like Nicki
And if the ass ain't real then I've 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 on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go hard
So much harder than
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 this
Da da da da da da da
The game be the same
Yeah, you this

[Verse 2 - Kid
Ignite
him swallow shells that'll clog his windpipe
Make the doctor do the
Fightin' for the like a riot
is Pay-Per-View
Rap don't it unless they buyin' this
it on the drugs 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 when I snatch him out the then I beat his ass
What you call rappin', I trash
Every you call strong, I call 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 the car crash
I get cash
cash, more cash
Don't pay me, I'ma take it out of your ass
Do you want fam
I say fam I fry a man
Feelin' man, I'll flight 'em in
godly, what fool wanna battle me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot with the galaxy
Few could me who do catastrophe
cash guns point the guard, I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, I'll slap
The only time you see a gun is when mine is at you
the church and the reverend
I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the Heaven
For
Break 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 your with the semi
Break a nigga baby and ribs
I call my Chillis