Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

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

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

[Verse 2: Ortiz]
(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)
No way I could sit around watch my homie down
This 2 quarters, one for the sickest pound
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 like on the block
I post like Karl in the spot
Quiet the jazz, I already spazz
And I just gave Four 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 nice stretcher to stretch 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 torch or I'll to force you to play a little game of sudoku
Put your days in
Coming up I was poverty stricken with pain and
That weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the motherfucking day that they gave Columbus
Nothing but amongst us
I say us, I'm talking about the slaughter
I'm talking about the new order
I rap that, make ball sacks a nice little snack for daughter
So Hip Hop we fittin' to hop you on good foot
It's a problem when that hook up with Sutt Sutt!

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

[Crooked I and (Joell Ortiz) ]
Whatch' ya'll do?
Whatch' gonna do, huh?
Y-You're not to record with me?(Joell Ortiz)
Ya'll me already *laughs*
(Crooked, whatch' you do?)
Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly)
He ain't do no with Crook
You already don't do no videos Crook BITCH!!
"That nigga be on my soundtrack"
You said that, FAGGOT!*Laughs*
is Hip Hop Weekly Reloaded, mayne. Nahmean?
This is no
Shouts out to the other next diss, J
no country, why should I care
When them try to, body 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