Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

The struggle lives times, we do or die
My whole crews fly high to the sky
So maintain son try to build
But now you're still 'cause is for real
Yeah son you its on
Now who would be the clown in the nine-six to mess around and a

I no mercy if you irk me
I got physical that alert me when herb tried to jerk me
Or put the squeeze on it, break the cipher
But it won't work, were like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is brain intact

We be official when it comes to no B.S. rap
Here comes the lyrical, aerial right where you rest at
Now that
I snatch heart right through your chest black
Gettin ill thoughts I sleep at night
I gotta maintain, blot the stains on my brain
From the clappin, we can make it
Remember you ain't a killer, you only
I hate it, rappers over
And shot a gun in they life, they only masterbatin
So come clean and keep it if you like my sound
And your hands in the air and put the nines down

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Brothas fought in the streets, we reek havoc
On every someones flippin like an acrobat
I'm kinda young but I still gotta my own
And Ima what's mine till the day I'm grown
I my crew up, people say I got a gang
But I don't smoke I don't shoot and my crew don't
We just hang to get up in this rap game
So I can so fame and build my crews name
Rollin with juvenile thugs wit bad and bad ways
Who woulda that I had some AIDS
Dream totes and
Brothas are tired of being so maybe that's why they free-basing
time doing nothing
Livin like an outcast gotta get up get out and get

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Look my eyes see if you can see what I can see
In my the whole world is after me
Schemin on the key but yo I got locked down
Me and lost and comin out the underground
no prisoners my listeners we keep it real
My thoughts are militant, when I'm in the field
click, my minds automatic, so where's the static
I got joints up in my attic if you want to grab it
I form a cipher where my peace brothers don't
You try to creep I guarantee that's when you the heat
I come correct in this rap
act insane
Meanwhile I'm the mic an back in the frame
They see me, they can't feel the real G
I represent, commercial rap will kill me

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