Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Pt2

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

[Verse 1 -
Fuck is wrong you?
Go ahead and your crew
That I can end your career in less than a or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an iris in my
as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus
Dead a verse, I got more bars Leavenworth
The present president backwards me "Tnediserp"
I shoot with knives, stab niggas with guns
Kiss hands and babies
I the medic hurt
Fuck a too
Them faggots is boys
I should rap over the truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar the hustler
I got it on like up north but much more
rap niggas sayin' that they rollin' on them wheels
But the only rollin' they is rollin' on the pill
They
Speakin' of
We
You will see us get paper you see us fold
Hip hop
The opposite of
The only sing is my pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul
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 the kitten if he witnesses
I it look easy
Before I Self Destruct, I'ma get hoes pregnant like 50 & Lil' Weezy
I give a fuck about shit
Got nothin' to say to but "suck dick"
I fuck yo' bitch and send her to you
Pussy like she in labor dawg
And when I'm done with she need a cable all
My dream mistress is a Bitch Nicki Minaj
And if the ass ain't real I've with the facade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' me, pick your demise
The silencers on now the clips in disguise
Now who the fuck harder than Nickel?
I take a shit on any nigga, no for tissue 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 nigga in the
Yeah, you this
Da da da da da da da
The never be the same
Yeah, you know

[Verse 2 - Kid
Ignite
him swallow shells that'll clog his windpipe
Make the doctor do the
for the loot like a riot
This is
Rap niggas don't it unless they this
Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a
I dope, my fans got a crack habit
If you can beat me on beats
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 jabs, so listen
I'm than a stripper, if you tip her give her fifties and twenties
Hit the lights she realize counterfeit money
My niggas get large
Push the rock good as Bobby Hurley 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
Feelin' angry man, I'll 'em in
godly, what fool wanna battle me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot pool with the
Few could challenge me who do
Three cash guns point the guard, I'm 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
put 'em on a 747 and the destination's Heaven
For
Break into my notebook and find more shit than the cops Rambo
Make 'em to black, fit 'em for a blindfold
you I'm a Dibo pitbull (die slow)
I'll really hit your crib with the
a nigga baby back and ribs
I my bullets Chillis