Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

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

[Verse 1 -
is wrong with you?
Go ahead and inform your
That I can end your career in less a song 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 backwards me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, niggas with guns
hands and shake babies
I the medic hurt
Fuck a too
Them faggots is fuck
I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up
The city's in an over the hustler
I got it on like up north but much more
These rap niggas sayin' that rollin' on them wheels
But the only they doin' is rollin' on the pill
They
Speakin' of
We
You will see us get paper before you see us
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 of businesses
I retire
Gettin' at me what the business is
I kill the if he witnesses
I make it easy
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 yo' bitch and send her back to you
Pussy she been in labor dawg
And when I'm done with she gon' a cable all
My dream mistress is a Bitch like Minaj
And if the ass ain't real I've with the facade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' me, pick your demise
The silencers screwed on now the clips in
Now who the fuck goin' harder Nickel?
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 this
Da da da da da da da
The game never be the
Yeah, you this

[Verse 2 - Kid
violence
Make him swallow shells that'll clog his
Make the doctor do the
Fightin' for the loot a riot
This is
Rap niggas don't it they buyin' this
it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a Jackass
I spit dope, my fans got a crack
If you can beat me on congrats
The sore loser I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass
What you rappin', I call trash
Every punch you call strong, I jabs, so listen
I'm than a stripper, if you tip her give her fifties and twenties
Hit the lights she it's counterfeit money
My get large cash
Push the rock good as Bobby Hurley the car crash
I get star
Tour cash, cash
Don't pay me, I'ma take it out of your ass
Do you want fam
I say fam I fry a man
angry man, I'll flight 'em in
Feelin' godly, what wanna battle me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot with the galaxy
Few challenge me who do catastrophe
Three guns point the guard, I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, slap through
The only time you see a gun is when is pointin' at you
Skip the and the reverend
I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the Heaven
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
a nigga baby back and ribs
I call my bullets