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
I can end your career in less than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an in my empire
You're as as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus
a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth
The present president backwards me "Tnediserp"
I niggas with knives, stab niggas with guns
hands and shake babies
I make the hurt
Fuck a too
Them is fuck boys
I should rap over the truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar the hustler
I got it on lock like up but much more
These rap niggas that they rollin' on them wheels
But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the
high
Speakin' of
We
You will see us get before you see us fold
Hip hop
The opposite of
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 of businesses
I nigga
Gettin' at me ain't what the is
I kill the if he witnesses
I make it look
Before I Destruct, I'ma get some 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 been in labor
And when I'm done with she need a cable all
My dream mistress is a Bitch like Nicki
And if the ass ain't real I've with the facade
The pistol, the pen, with me, pick your demise
The silencers screwed on now the clips in
Now who the fuck goin' than Nickel?
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for I go hard
So much harder than
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 nigga in the game
Yeah, you know
Da da da da da da da
The never be the same
Yeah, you this

[Verse 2 - Kid
violence
Make him swallow shells clog his windpipe
Make the do the heimlich
for the loot like a riot
This is
Rap niggas don't it they buyin' this
Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a
I spit dope, my fans got a habit
If you can me on beats congrats
The sore loser when I snatch him out the booth I beat his ass
you call rappin', I call trash
Every punch you strong, I call jabs, so listen
I'm sicker 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 rock good as Hurley 'fore the car crash
I get cash
cash, more cash
Don't wanna pay me, I'ma it out of your ass
Do what you fam
I say fam I fry a man
Feelin' angry man, flight 'em in
godly, what fool wanna battle me?
I use the as a cue
And shoot pool the galaxy
Few could challenge me who do
Three cash guns point the guard, I'm Steve
You a rap group, I'll slap
The only time you see a gun is 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 shit the cops friskin' Rambo
Make 'em fade to black, fit 'em for a
Told you I'm a pitbull (die slow)
really hit your crib with the semi
Break a baby back and ribs
I call my bullets