Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

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

1: Crooked I]
Yo, they try to me out the ranks of the greatest rhymers
But I've been underground than Chilean miners
Fisticuff music, get a game a
COB's my 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 could sit around watch my getting down
This 2 quarters, one eighth for the pound
Pound for pound, pound you out. Girls say, "Yo they fly"
Can't say dick, but yo they try, hit 'em a pound, ok bye
Gotta it moving like dope on the block
I post like Karl Malone in the
with the jazz, I already spazz
And I just gave Loko a shot
Might wanna chill like in a restaurant
the "F" you want?
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 with 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 game of sudoku
Put days in numbers
Coming up I was poverty stricken pain and hunger
shit weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the motherfucking day that they gave Columbus
Nothing but flames us
When I say us, I'm talking about the
I'm talking the new world order
I rap that, make ball sacks a nice little snack for your
So Hip Hop we fittin' to hop you on your good
It's a problem when that Yaowa up with Sutt Sutt!

3: Crooked I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a nigga like pow, click pow
get down, spit 6 rounds
This down
Living in a another district with a thick 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 niggas on Viacom tip
Then take your cause mami flies a cybertron ship
Riding around your vibrant thing
Look at the dog that Crooked I
German shepard, put in your heifer
by that hydrant man
BET, top ten list, I ain't mad I'mma be there later
Tip my hat to shit like that, well-deserved I won't be hater
If anything I'mma be the creator who made a way for you to speak to your
Once a with that music leak
Now how loud my future speak
Innovative, niggas hate it, I don't I rest in peace 'em
Eat some like a decent feast
It's yo' instrumental, I just lease
I monster mash and them
Just what it sound
When anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium have a
C.O.B. is money, what you boys thank
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I call my garage Banks
I'm ?? like ?? watching the New Orleans
My bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she ain't
of a dying breed I indeed iron squeeze
Fire weed, silverback gorilla if you trees
Diamond rings, finer things, chain hotter than 99
Dine Gs, wine and cheese, liar please, you minor league
The fans made me my Ferrari Spider
Eastsider, momma, I'm a rider
Flyer than riding in coach, Marty
I will trade hard dick for hot vagina
No country unless your name is I
my shirt, what it say? #OKBYE
You I go hard in the paint
Hard in the I'mma go get it all
You don't like I'mma go get it all
Suck my dick through that hole in the
I ain't slowing for no nigga, naw
Stay out my way homie, get involved
Cause yo' fittin' to
You don't know my flow get in all
I'm doper than (5x)

I and (Joell Ortiz) talking ]
Whatch' gonna do?
Whatch' ya'll gonna do,
Y-You're not going to record 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?
is no country
Shouts out to the other next diss, J
no country, why should I care
When them niggas try to, bag me, on YouTube
Which one of you west coast niggas out to me and said, "Yo, Crook, you alright?"
of you niggas, so guess what? Ssutt Ssutt!
I ain't with you niggas, BITCH!
Ok, bye (x3)
Hey ???
*Shutting down Ok, Bye