Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

I got a black mac and a six
I don't work out, I chit chat
My bad, I get racks
That Rolls Royce, come
Them still come shrink-wrapped
I'm not strapped, don't that
I'm low key with that click
rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the and I'm runnin' home
Niggas stop being loyal when the gone
Still walk in this bitch, I'm a hundred
One chain on my neck, feel like I got a on
Look at my on this bitch
Platinum and on my wrist
Money, the be countin' it
That's why I'm throwin' shit
I'm in BK with SK
clothes since yesterday
With that Biggie Smalls on
And I ain't wearing no vest
I do the Shmoney with this mac
You do it too or get Shmurda'd
I be that beef, I ain't talkin' no burgers
I finna be like I'm a New Yorker
I let off the K and then I hope in the
never a question that I am the shooter
I empty the clip and lay you in a of
Blood, see how he got hit with the
Blood, bandana how we be movin'
Blood, swooping Compton to Brooklyn
And this the Barclays but niggas be shootin'

Running niggas back and forth
I'm like pass the
it off
Niggas bets so who gonna blast him off
to score
We gon' hit 'em
We hit 'em all
to score
We hit 'em all
We gon' hit 'em
Running down back and forth
I'm like pass the
it off
Niggas making bets so who blast him off
to score
We gon' hit 'em
We hit 'em all
First to
We hit 'em all
We gon' hit 'em

Running cocaina back and
Copped the bag of
E S to the G N
I'm the boss the package off
Coming for the murder, is off
Bitch you took a
Fuck the DEA we 'em off
we shook 'em off
Shook and twist the
And dope on my mommas top
By the time she came back from boy
I bet you I had an O
In the of the muhfuckin' day
no more yayo, boy I sold out
pull up in a mothafuckin' foreign on
forgies that'll bring them out
Like yeah nigga, niggas keep
I pull out a pump in this like I'm blizzard
Yeah, empty your pockets, we
bitches got all of us trippin'
Nigga, it's better to ask for than ask for permission
You the hollow, I'm catchin'you slippin'
I did it alone, God as my witness
My nigga got off we tied up the witness
and made the nigga couldn't show up in court
You the business, them niggas find out that you snitchin'
niggas gon' be at your throat
Everyday Halloween niggas go trick or treatin'
with two tweny-three at door
Flippin' a check off this
go back to the trap and put that in the weed and the like

Running niggas down and forth
I'm pass the torch
it off
Niggas making so who gonna blast him off
First to
We gon' hit 'em
We hit 'em all
First to
We hit 'em all
We hit 'em hard
Running niggas down and forth
I'm like the torch
it off
Niggas making bets so who gonna him off
First to
We hit 'em hard
We hit 'em all
First to
We hit 'em all
We hit 'em hard

I just caught a body like a ago
These niggas want attention, I don't see 'em though
You talk that gangsta shit, but I can't believe it bro
We up with them shots, knockin' out that European [?]
S to the K to the E-M-E, callin' the EMT after I this clip
I sold my dope right on CMT, I'm at the ING, I'm as weird as it gets
Chuck Taylor me it's fuck haters, so I say fuck 'em and bury these niggas in pits
Rolley on wrist, no toc or no tic, your girl on my dick, man get your bitch
think this a rap now, I might back down and come try your luck
Riders me be wired up, they ridin' with me till the tyres bust
Haters talkin', but they better cool it, before nigga Crooked get fired up
Lay you out like my Balmains, you gotta play 'em straight, he get up
Drinkin' lean I'm high enough, I don't give a fuck about [?] nigga
I ain't squashin' shit, I won't call it off, I just handle like a man nigga
I'm on with these bands nigga
Need a chair, I stand niggas
We do and hop outs
Got doors on that van nigga

Running niggas down back and
I'm like the torch
it off
Niggas making so who gonna blast him off
to score
We hit 'em hard
We hit 'em all
First to
We hit 'em all
We gon' hit 'em
Running niggas down and forth
I'm like pass the
it off
Niggas making so who gonna blast him off
to score
We hit 'em hard
We hit 'em all
First to
We hit 'em all
We gon' hit 'em