Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

[Intro: Crooked I & Joell
S-sutt
Hip-Hop Reloaded
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 greatest
But I've been underground longer Chilean miners
Fisticuff music, get a a shiner
COB's my true religion, minus gay
(S-sutt S-sutt!)
(Wait a minute, my JC in this motherfucker. Dida, hold on)

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

[Verse 3: I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a nigga like pow, click pow
Bitch get down, 6 rounds
This down
Living in a another district with a thick bitch and a thick bitch get dicked down
My she put lipstick 'round
Take a twitpic, lemme this shit down
I'm reloaded, 52 weeks this that marathon
I wipe the face with you, Farrakhan shit
One day, buy you niggas on that Viacom tip
Then take your bitch cause mami a cybertron ship
around with your vibrant thing
Look at the dog that Crooked I
German shepard, put in your heifer
Right by hydrant man
BET, top ten list, I ain't mad cause I'mma be there
Tip my hat to shit like that, well-deserved I be their hater
If anything I'mma be the creator who made a way for you to speak to people
Once a with that music leak
Now look how loud my speak
Innovative, niggas hate it, I don't care I in peace 'em
Eat some like a decent feast
It's yo' instrumental, I lease them
I monster mash and them
what it sound like
When anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium a threesome
C.O.B. is getting money, what you thank
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I call my garage Lloyd
I'm ?? like ?? the New Orleans Saints
My bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she ain't
Last of a dying breed I indeed squeeze
Fire weed, silverback gorilla if you trees
Diamond rings, things, chain hotter than 99 degrees
Dine with Gs, wine and cheese, please, you minor league
The fans made me my Ferrari Spider
Eastsider, sorry momma, I'm a
Flyer than riding in coach, Marty
I trade hard dick for some hot vagina
No country unless name is Crooked I
Read my shirt, what it say?
You know I go in the paint
Hard in the paint go get it all
You like that I'mma go get it all
Suck my dick that hole in the wall
I slowing down for no nigga, naw
Stay out my way homie, get involved
Cause yo' fittin' to
You know that my flow get in all
I'm doper ya'll (5x)

[Crooked I and (Joell Ortiz) ]
Whatch' gonna do?
Whatch' gonna do, huh?
not going to record with me?(Joell Ortiz)
Ya'll recording me already
(Crooked, you gon' do?)
Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly)
He do no videos with Crook
You already do no videos with Crook BITCH!!
"That can't be on my soundtrack"
You already that, FAGGOT!*Laughs*
This is Hip Hop Reloaded, mayne. Nahmean?
This is no
Shouts out to the other diss, J Michelle
no country, why should I care
When them niggas try to, bag me, on YouTube
one of you west coast niggas reached out to me and said, "Yo, Crook, you alright?"
None of you niggas, so guess what? Ssutt!
I ain't with you niggas, BITCH!
Ok, bye (x3)
Hey ???
*Shutting effect* Ok, Bye