Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

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

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

[Verse 2: Ortiz]
(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)
No way I could sit around watch my homie getting
This 2 quarters, one eighth for the pound
Pound for pound, we'll pound you out. say, "Yo they fly"
Can't say dick, but yo they try, hit 'em a pound, ok bye
keep it moving like dope on the block
I post like Karl Malone in the
Quiet the jazz, I already spazz
And I gave Four Loko a shot
Might wanna chill wine 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 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 days in numbers
up I was poverty stricken with pain and hunger
That weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the motherfucking day that they gave Columbus
but flames amongst us
When I say us, I'm talking about the
I'm talking about the new world
I rap that, make ball sacks a nice little snack for your
So Hip Hop we fittin' to hop you on your foot
It's a when that Yaowa hook up with Sutt Sutt!

3: Crooked I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a like pow, click click pow
get down, spit 6 rounds
This down
Living in a whole another district with a bitch and a thick bitch get dicked down
My dick she put 'round
Take a twitpic, lemme slow shit down
I'm reloaded, 52 weeks that marathon spit
I wipe the face with you, Farrakhan shit
One day, I'mma buy you on that Viacom tip
Then take bitch cause mami flies a cybertron ship
Riding around your vibrant thing
at the dog that Crooked I became
German shepard, put in your heifer
Right by hydrant man
BET, top ten list, I ain't mad cause I'mma be later
Tip my hat to shit that, well-deserved I won't be their hater
If I'mma be the creator who made a way for you to speak to your people
Once a week with that music
Now look how loud my future
Innovative, hate it, I don't care I rest in peace 'em
Eat some beast like a decent
It's yo' instrumental, I just lease
I monster mash and beast
Just it sound like
anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium have a threesome
C.O.B. is getting money, what you thank
Beamer, or Bentley, I call my garage Lloyd Banks
I'm ?? like ?? watching the New Saints
My bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she ain't
Last of a dying breed I indeed iron
Fire weed, gorilla if you buying trees
rings, finer things, chain hotter than 99 degrees
Dine Gs, wine and cheese, liar please, you minor league
The made me sell my Ferrari Spider
Eastsider, sorry momma, I'm a
Flyer than riding in coach, Schottenheimer
I trade hard dick for some hot vagina
No unless your name is Crooked I
Read my shirt, what it #OKBYE
You know I go in the paint
Hard in the I'mma go get it all
You like that I'mma go get it all
my dick through that hole in the wall
I ain't slowing 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 than (5x)

I and (Joell Ortiz) talking ]
Whatch' ya'll do?
ya'll gonna do, huh?
Y-You're not going to 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 don't do no with Crook BITCH!!
"That can't be on my soundtrack"
You already that, FAGGOT!*Laughs*
This is Hip Hop Reloaded, mayne. Nahmean?
is no country
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 what? Ssutt Ssutt!
I ain't with you niggas, BITCH!
Ok, bye (x3)
Hey ???
*Shutting effect* Ok, Bye