Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

[Intro: Crooked I & Joell
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 underground longer 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: Ortiz]
(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)
No way I could sit around watch my homie getting
This 2 quarters, one eighth for the sickest
Pound for pound, we'll pound you out. Girls say, "Yo fly"
Can't say dick, but yo they try, hit 'em a pound, ok bye
Gotta keep it like dope on the block
I post like Malone in the spot
Quiet the jazz, I already spazz
And I gave Four Loko a shot
Might chill like wine in a restaurant
What the "F" you
Ain't nothing here but some gaspin' for air and a nice little 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 have to force you to play a game of sudoku
Put days in numbers
Coming up I was poverty stricken with and hunger
That shit weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat the motherfucking day that they gave Columbus
but flames amongst us
When I say us, I'm talking the slaughter
I'm talking the new world order
I rap that, make ball sacks a little snack for your daughter
So Hip Hop we fittin' to hop you on good foot
It's a problem when that Yaowa hook up Sutt Sutt!

[Verse 3: I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a like pow, click click pow
Bitch get down, spit 6
kid's down
Living in a whole another district a thick bitch and a thick bitch get dicked down
My dick she put lipstick
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 that tip
Then take your cause mami flies a cybertron ship
Riding with your vibrant thing
Look at the dog that Crooked I
German shepard, put 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 I'mma be the creator who a way for you to speak to your people
a week with that music leak
Now look how my future speak
Innovative, niggas hate it, I care I rest in peace 'em
Eat some beast a decent feast
It's yo' instrumental, I lease them
I monster mash and them
Just it sound like
When anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium have a
C.O.B. is getting money, what you thank
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I call my garage Banks
I'm ?? like ?? watching the New Orleans
My creole bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she
Last of a dying I indeed iron squeeze
Fire weed, silverback gorilla if you trees
Diamond rings, things, chain hotter than 99 degrees
Dine with Gs, wine and cheese, please, you minor league
The fans made me sell my Ferrari
Eastsider, momma, I'm a rider
Flyer riding in coach, Marty Schottenheimer
I will hard dick for some hot vagina
No country unless your name is I
Read my shirt, what it #OKBYE
You know I go in the paint
in the paint I'mma go get it all
You like that I'mma go get it all
Suck my dick through that in the wall
I slowing down for no nigga, naw
Stay out my way homie, get involved
Cause yo' to fall
You don't know my flow get in all
I'm doper than (5x)

I and (Joell Ortiz) talking ]
Whatch' gonna do?
Whatch' gonna do, huh?
Y-You're not to record with me?(Joell Ortiz)
recording me already *laughs*
(Crooked, you gon' do?)
Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly)
He ain't do no videos Crook
You already don't do no videos Crook BITCH!!
"That can't be on my soundtrack"
You said that, FAGGOT!*Laughs*
This is Hip Hop Weekly Reloaded, mayne.
This is no
Shouts out to the other next diss, J
no country, why should I care
When them niggas try to, body bag me, on
Which one of you west coast 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 ???
down effect* Ok, Bye