Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

[Intro: I & Joell Ortiz]
S-sutt
Hip-Hop Weekly:
I'm kinda fucked up, on these Four Lokos in bitch
(SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!)

1: Crooked I]
Yo, they try to keep me out the ranks of the rhymers
But I've been underground longer than Chilean
music, get a game a shiner
COB's my religion, minus gay designers
(S-sutt S-sutt!)
(Wait a minute, my JC in this motherfucker. Dida, hold on)

[Verse 2: Ortiz]
(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)
No way I could sit around watch my homie getting
This 2 quarters, one for the sickest pound
Pound for pound, we'll you out. Girls say, "Yo they fly"
say dick, but yo they try, hit 'em with a pound, ok bye
Gotta keep it moving like on the block
I post like Karl in the spot
Quiet with the jazz, I already
And I gave Four Loko a shot
Might wanna chill wine in a restaurant
What the "F" you
Ain't nothing over here but gaspin' for air and a nice little stretcher to stretch you on
Trying to be so so cool and I go with the Pro Tools, I'm a student of the old school
But pass the torch or I'll to force you to play a little game of sudoku
Put your days in
Coming up I was stricken with pain and hunger
That shit weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the motherfucking day that they Columbus
but flames amongst us
When I say us, I'm talking about the
I'm about the new world order
I rap that, make ball sacks a nice little snack for daughter
So Hip Hop we fittin' to hop you on your foot
It's a problem when Yaowa hook up with Sutt Sutt!

3: Crooked I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a nigga like pow, click pow
get down, spit 6 rounds
This kid's
Living in a whole another district with a thick bitch and a thick get dicked down
My dick she put 'round
a twitpic, lemme slow this shit down
I'm reloaded, 52 weeks this that spit
I wipe the earth's face with you, shit
One day, I'mma buy you niggas on Viacom tip
Then take your cause mami flies a cybertron ship
Riding with your vibrant thing
Look at the dog that Crooked I
German shepard, put sperm in heifer
by that hydrant man
BET, top ten list, I mad cause I'mma be there later
Tip my hat to shit like that, I won't be their hater
If anything I'mma be the creator who made a way for you to to your people
Once a with that music leak
Now look how my future speak
Innovative, niggas it, I don't care I rest in peace 'em
Eat some beast like a decent
It's yo' instrumental, I lease them
I monster and beast them
Just what it sound
anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium have a threesome
C.O.B. is money, what you boys thank
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I call my Lloyd Banks
I'm ?? like ?? watching the New Saints
My bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she ain't
of a dying breed I indeed iron squeeze
Fire weed, silverback if you buying trees
Diamond rings, things, chain hotter than 99 degrees
Dine with Gs, wine and cheese, liar please, you minor
The fans made me sell my Ferrari
Eastsider, momma, I'm a rider
Flyer than riding in coach, Schottenheimer
I will trade hard dick for hot vagina
No country your name is Crooked I
Read my shirt, it say? #OKBYE
You know I go in the paint
in the paint I'mma go get it all
You don't that I'mma go get it all
Suck my dick through that in the wall
I ain't down for no nigga, naw
Stay out my way homie, don't get
Cause yo' to fall
You don't know that my get in all
I'm doper than (5x)

I and (Joell Ortiz) talking ]
Whatch' ya'll do?
Whatch' ya'll gonna do,
Y-You're not to record with me?(Joell Ortiz)
Ya'll me already *laughs*
(Crooked, you gon' do?)
Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly)
He ain't do no videos with
You don't do no videos with Crook BITCH!!
"That nigga be on my soundtrack"
You said that, FAGGOT!*Laughs*
This is Hip Hop Weekly Reloaded, mayne.
is no country
Shouts out to the other diss, J Michelle
It's no country, why should I
When niggas try to, body bag me, on YouTube
Which one of you coast niggas reached out to me and said, "Yo, Crook, you alright?"
None of you niggas, so guess Ssutt Ssutt!
I ain't fuckin' you niggas, BITCH!
Ok, bye (x3)
Hey ???
down effect* Ok, Bye