Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

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

[Verse 1 -
Fuck is wrong with
Go ahead and inform crew
That I can end your career in less than a or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm an iris in my empire
You're as threatenin' as Cyrus with the hiney virus
a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth
The present president backwards me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab with guns
hands and shake babies
I the medic hurt
Fuck a too
Them faggots is fuck
I should rap the Brinks truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar over the
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
high
Speakin' of
We
You will see us get paper you see us fold
Hip hop
The opposite of
The only thing is my pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul
You to get a chain that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a of businesses
I nigga
at me ain't what the business is
I kill the if he witnesses
I it look easy
Before I Self Destruct, I'ma get hoes pregnant like 50 & Lil' Weezy
I don't give a fuck about
Got to say to y'all but "suck dick"
I yo' bitch and send her back to you
Pussy like she been in labor
And I'm done with she gon' need a cable all
My dream is a Bitch like Nicki Minaj
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 clips in
Now who the fuck harder than Nickel?
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go
So much harder than
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 nigga in the
Yeah, you this
Da da da da da da da
The game be the same
Yeah, you this

[Verse 2 - Kid
Ignite
Make him shells that'll clog his windpipe
Make the do the heimlich
Fightin' for the like a riot
is Pay-Per-View
Rap niggas don't it unless buyin' this
Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a
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
you call rappin', I call trash
Every you call strong, I call jabs, so listen
I'm sicker a stripper, if you tip her give her fifties and twenties
Hit the lights she realize it's counterfeit
My niggas get large
Push the good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash
I get star
Tour cash, cash
Don't wanna pay me, take it out of your ass
Do you want fam
I say fam I fry a man
Feelin' man, I'll flight 'em in
Feelin' godly, fool wanna battle me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot pool with the
Few could me who do catastrophe
Three cash guns point the guard, I'm Steve
You a rap group, I'll slap
The time 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
into my notebook and find more shit than the cops friskin' Rambo
Make 'em to black, fit 'em for a blindfold
Told you I'm a pitbull (die slow)
I'll hit your crib with the semi
Break a baby back and ribs
I my bullets Chillis