Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

I got a mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I don't chit
My bad, I get racks
Rolls Royce, come gift-wrapped
Them still come shrink-wrapped
I'm not strapped, think that
I'm low key with that clack
rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the burner and I'm runnin'
Niggas stop being loyal when the money
Still walk in this bitch, I'm a strong
One on my neck, feel like I got a hundred on
Look at my flow on this
Platinum and on my wrist
Money, the be countin' it
That's why I'm throwin' shit
I'm in BK that SK
clothes since yesterday
With that Smalls on replay
And I ain't wearing no vest
I do the dance with this mac
You better do it too or get
I be grilling that beef, I ain't talkin' no
I finna be like I'm a New Yorker
I let off the K and then I hope in the
It's never a that I am the shooter
I empty the and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit the Ruger?
Blood, bandana that's how we be
Blood, swooping from Compton to
And this ain't the Barclays but be shootin'

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

Running back and forth
Copped the bag of
E S to the G N
I'm the dropped the package off
for the murder, masks is off
Bitch you took a
Fuck the DEA we 'em off
Bitch we 'em off
and twist the jars
And dope on my stove top
By the time she came back church boy
I bet you I had an O
In the middle of the day
no more yayo, boy I done out
pull up in a mothafuckin' foreign on
forgies that'll bring them out
Like yeah nigga, keep beggin'
I pull out a pump in this like I'm blizzard
Yeah, empty pockets, we robbin'
bitches got all of us trippin'
Nigga, it's better to ask for forgiveness than ask for
You the hollow, I'm catchin'you slippin'
I did it alone, God as my witness
My nigga got off cause we tied up the
and made sure the nigga couldn't show up in
You know the business, them niggas find out that you
them gon' be at your throat
Halloween niggas will go trick or treatin'
with two tweny-three at your
Flippin' a check off rappin'
go to the trap and put that in the weed and the blow like

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

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

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