Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

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

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

[Verse 2: Joell
(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)
No way I sit around watch my homie getting down
This 2 quarters, one eighth for the pound
Pound for pound, we'll you out. Girls say, "Yo they fly"
Can't say dick, but yo they try, hit 'em a pound, ok bye
Gotta keep it moving dope on the block
I post Karl Malone in the spot
Quiet with the jazz, I spazz
And I just Four Loko a shot
Might wanna chill like in a restaurant
What the "F" you
Ain't nothing over here but some gaspin' for air and a little stretcher to stretch you on
Trying to be so so cool and I go fool the Pro Tools, I'm a student of the old school
But pass the torch or I'll have to force you to play a little of sudoku
Put your days in
up I was poverty stricken with pain and hunger
That shit weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the motherfucking day they gave Columbus
Nothing but 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 good
It's a problem when that Yaowa hook up Sutt Sutt!

3: Crooked I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a like pow, click click pow
Bitch get down, 6 rounds
This down
Living in a whole another district with a thick bitch and a thick bitch get down
My she put lipstick 'round
Take a twitpic, lemme this shit down
I'm reloaded, 52 this that marathon spit
I wipe the earth's face with you, shit
One day, I'mma buy you niggas on that tip
Then take your bitch mami flies a cybertron ship
Riding around with your thing
Look at the dog Crooked I became
German shepard, put sperm in heifer
Right by that man
BET, top ten list, I ain't mad I'mma be there later
Tip my hat to like that, well-deserved I won't be their hater
If anything I'mma be the creator who made a way for you to speak to people
a week with that music leak
Now look how my future speak
Innovative, niggas hate it, I don't care I rest in 'em
Eat some beast a decent feast
yo' instrumental, I just 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 Lloyd Banks
I'm ?? like ?? the New Orleans Saints
My creole bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she
Last of a breed I indeed iron squeeze
Fire weed, silverback if you buying trees
Diamond rings, finer things, chain hotter than 99
Dine with Gs, wine and cheese, liar please, you minor
The fans me sell my Ferrari Spider
Eastsider, momma, I'm a rider
Flyer than riding in coach, Schottenheimer
I will trade hard dick for hot vagina
No unless your name is Crooked I
Read my shirt, it say? #OKBYE
You know I go hard in the
Hard in the paint go get it all
You don't like that go get it all
Suck my dick that hole in the wall
I slowing down for no nigga, naw
out my way homie, don't 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' ya'll do?
Whatch' gonna do, huh?
not going to record with me?(Joell Ortiz)
Ya'll me already *laughs*
(Crooked, whatch' you 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 said that, FAGGOT!*Laughs*
is Hip Hop Weekly Reloaded, mayne. Nahmean?
This is no
out to the other next diss, J Michelle
It's no country, why should I
them niggas try to, body bag me, on YouTube
Which one of you west coast niggas out to me and said, "Yo, Crook, you alright?"
None of you niggas, so guess Ssutt Ssutt!
I ain't with you niggas, BITCH!
Ok, bye (x3)
Hey ???
down effect* Ok, Bye