Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

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

[Verse 1 -
is wrong with you?
Go and inform your crew
That I can end career in less than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm an iris in my empire
You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus the hiney virus
Dead a verse, I got bars than Leavenworth
The present backwards call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas knives, stab niggas with guns
Kiss hands and shake
I make the hurt
a producer too
Them faggots is boys
I should rap over the truck backin' up noise
The in an uproar over the hustler
I got it on lock like up north but more
These rap niggas sayin' that they rollin' on them
But the only rollin' they doin' is on the pill
high
Speakin' of
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 takin' Ne-Yo's
You to get a chain that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of
I retire
Gettin' at me ain't 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 fuck about
Got nothin' to say to but "suck dick"
I yo' bitch and send her back to you
Pussy she been in labor dawg
And when I'm done she gon' need a cable all
My dream mistress is a like Nicki Minaj
And if the ass ain't real then I've with the
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your
The screwed on now the clips in disguise
Now who the fuck harder than Nickel?
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for I go hard
So much harder 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 never be the
Yeah, you this

2 - Kid Vishis]
Ignite
Make him swallow that'll clog his windpipe
Make the do the heimlich
for the loot like a riot
This is
Rap don't it unless 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 me on beats congrats
The sore loser I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass
you call rappin', I call trash
Every punch you call strong, I call jabs, so
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
the rock good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash
I get cash
cash, more cash
Don't wanna pay me, I'ma take it out of ass
Do you want fam
I say fam I fry a man
Feelin' angry man, I'll 'em in
Feelin' godly, what wanna battle me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot pool with the
Few challenge me who do catastrophe
Three cash point the guard, I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, slap through
The only you see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you
Skip the church and the
I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the destination's
For
Break into my notebook and find more than the cops friskin' Rambo
Make 'em fade to black, fit 'em for a
Told you I'm a Dibo (die slow)
I'll really hit your with the semi
Break a nigga back and ribs
I call my bullets