Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

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

[Verse 1: I]
Yo, they try to keep me out the of the greatest rhymers
But I've been underground longer Chilean miners
Fisticuff music, get a game a
COB's my true religion, minus gay
(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 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 try, hit 'em with a pound, ok bye
Gotta it moving like dope on the block
I like Karl Malone in the spot
Quiet with the jazz, I already
And I just gave Four Loko a
wanna chill like wine in a restaurant
What the "F" you
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 student of the old
But pass the torch or I'll have to force you to a little game of sudoku
Put your in numbers
up I was poverty 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
When I say us, I'm about the slaughter
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 good foot
It's a problem when that Yaowa hook up with Sutt!

[Verse 3: I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a nigga pow, click click pow
get down, spit 6 rounds
This down
in a whole another district with a thick bitch and a thick bitch get dicked down
My she put lipstick 'round
Take a twitpic, lemme this shit down
I'm reloaded, 52 weeks this that spit
I the earth's 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 with your thing
at the dog that Crooked I became
German shepard, put in your heifer
by that hydrant man
BET, top ten list, I ain't mad cause I'mma be there
Tip my hat to shit like that, well-deserved I won't be hater
If anything I'mma be the creator who a way for you to speak to your people
Once a week that music leak
Now look how loud my future
Innovative, niggas hate it, I don't care I in peace 'em
Eat some beast a decent feast
It's yo' instrumental, I just them
I monster 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 ?? the New Orleans Saints
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 buying
Diamond rings, finer things, chain hotter 99 degrees
Dine with Gs, wine and cheese, please, you minor league
The fans me sell my Ferrari Spider
Eastsider, sorry momma, I'm a
Flyer riding in coach, Marty Schottenheimer
I will trade dick for some hot vagina
No unless your name is Crooked I
my shirt, what it say? #OKBYE
You know I go in the paint
Hard in the I'mma go get it all
You don't like that go get it all
my dick through that hole in the wall
I ain't slowing for no nigga, naw
Stay out my way homie, don't get
Cause yo' to fall
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 record me?(Joell Ortiz)
recording me already *laughs*
(Crooked, whatch' you do?)
Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly)
He do no videos with Crook
You don't do no videos with Crook BITCH!!
"That can't 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 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 fuckin' with you niggas, BITCH!
Ok, bye (x3)
Hey ???
*Shutting down Ok, Bye