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 than a or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an iris in my
You're as threatenin' as Cyrus with the hiney virus
Dead a verse, I got more than Leavenworth
The present president call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab with guns
Kiss hands and shake
I make the medic
Fuck a too
Them faggots is boys
I should rap over the Brinks 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 rollin' on them wheels
But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the
They
of rollin'
We
You will see us get paper you see us fold
Hip hop
The of neo-soul
The only thing sing is my pistol when I'm Ne-Yo's soul
You aspire to get a chain glistenin'
I to get a chain of businesses
I nigga
at me ain't what the business is
I kill the if he witnesses
I it look easy
Before I Destruct, I'ma get some hoes pregnant like 50 & Lil' Weezy
I don't give a about shit
Got to say to y'all 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 mistress is a like Nicki Minaj
And if the ass ain't real then with the facade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your
The screwed on now the clips in disguise
Now who the fuck goin' than Nickel?
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for I go hard
So much than everybody
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 best nigga in the
Yeah, you know
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 do the heimlich
for the loot like a riot
This is
Rap niggas don't it unless they buyin'
Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a
I spit dope, my fans got a habit
If you can beat me on beats
The sore loser when I snatch him out the booth then I his ass
What you rappin', I call trash
Every punch you call strong, I call jabs, so
I'm sicker than a stripper, if you tip her give her and twenties
Hit the lights she realize it's counterfeit
My get large cash
Push the good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash
I get cash
Tour cash, more
Don't wanna pay me, 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 fool wanna me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot pool with the
Few could challenge me who do
Three cash point the guard, I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, I'll slap
The only you see a gun is when mine 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 the cops friskin' Rambo
'em fade 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 nigga baby and ribs
I my bullets Chillis