Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

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

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

2: Joell Ortiz]
(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)
No way I could sit watch my homie getting down
This 2 quarters, one eighth for the sickest
Pound for pound, we'll pound you out. Girls say, "Yo fly"
say dick, but yo they try, hit 'em with a pound, ok bye
Gotta keep it moving dope on the block
I post like Karl Malone in the
with 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 little stretcher to you on
Trying to be so so cool and I go fool with the Pro Tools, I'm a 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
Coming up I was stricken with pain and hunger
That shit weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the day that they gave Columbus
Nothing but amongst us
I say us, I'm talking about the slaughter
I'm talking the new world order
I rap that, make ball sacks a nice snack for your daughter
So Hip Hop we fittin' to hop you on your good
It's a problem when that Yaowa hook up Sutt Sutt!

[Verse 3: I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a nigga like pow, click pow
get down, spit 6 rounds
This kid's
Living in a another district with a thick bitch and a thick bitch get dicked down
My dick she put 'round
Take a twitpic, slow this shit down
I'm reloaded, 52 weeks that marathon spit
I wipe the earth's with you, Farrakhan shit
One day, I'mma buy you niggas on that tip
Then take your bitch cause flies a cybertron ship
Riding around with your vibrant
Look at the dog Crooked I became
German shepard, put sperm in your
by that hydrant man
BET, top ten list, I ain't mad cause I'mma be there
Tip my hat to shit that, well-deserved I won't be their hater
If anything I'mma be the who made a way for you to speak to your people
Once a week that music leak
Now look how my future speak
Innovative, niggas hate it, I don't I rest in peace 'em
Eat some beast a decent feast
yo' instrumental, I just lease them
I monster and beast them
Just it sound like
When anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium have a
C.O.B. is money, what you boys thank
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I call my Lloyd Banks
I'm ?? ?? watching the New Orleans Saints
My creole bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she
Last of a dying breed I iron squeeze
Fire weed, gorilla if you buying trees
Diamond rings, finer things, hotter than 99 degrees
Dine with Gs, wine and cheese, liar please, you minor
The fans made me sell my Spider
Eastsider, momma, I'm a rider
Flyer than riding in coach, Marty
I will trade hard dick for some hot
No country unless your 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 through that hole in the wall
I slowing down for no nigga, naw
out my way homie, don't get involved
Cause yo' to fall
You know that my flow get in all
I'm than ya'll (5x)

I and (Joell Ortiz) talking ]
Whatch' ya'll do?
Whatch' ya'll do, huh?
Y-You're not going to with me?(Joell Ortiz)
recording me already *laughs*
(Crooked, whatch' you do?)
Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly)
He ain't do no videos with
You already don't do no videos with 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
no country, why should I care
When 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 fuckin' you niggas, BITCH!
Ok, bye (x3)
Hey ???
down effect* Ok, Bye