Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

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

1 - Royce]
Fuck is wrong with
Go ahead and inform your
That I can end career in less than 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
a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth
The present president call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab with guns
Kiss hands and shake
I make the hurt
Fuck a too
faggots is fuck boys
I should rap the Brinks truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar the hustler
I got it on lock like up north but more
These rap niggas that they rollin' on them wheels
But the only they doin' is rollin' on the pill
They
Speakin' of
We
You see us get paper before you see us fold
Hip hop
The of neo-soul
The thing sing is my pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul
You aspire to get a chain that's
I aspire to get a of businesses
I retire
Gettin' at me ain't the business is
I kill the if he witnesses
I make it easy
Before I Self Destruct, I'ma get some hoes like 50 & Lil' Weezy
I don't give a about shit
Got nothin' to say to but "suck dick"
I fuck yo' bitch and send her to you
Pussy like she been in dawg
And when I'm with she gon' need a cable all
My dream mistress is a Bitch like Nicki
And if the ass ain't real then I've with the
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick demise
The silencers on now the clips in disguise
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 John Doe tag the toe of every

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 be the same
Yeah, you this

[Verse 2 - Kid
violence
Make him swallow that'll clog his windpipe
Make the doctor do the
Fightin' for the loot a riot
This is
Rap niggas don't it unless 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 congrats
The sore loser I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass
What you call rappin', I call
punch you call strong, I call jabs, so listen
I'm than a stripper, if you tip her give her fifties and twenties
Hit the she realize it's counterfeit money
My niggas get cash
Push the good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash
I get cash
Tour cash, cash
wanna 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 pool with the galaxy
Few challenge 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 is pointin' at you
Skip the church and the
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 fade to black, fit 'em for a
Told you I'm a Dibo (die slow)
I'll really hit your crib the semi
a nigga baby back and ribs
I call my bullets