Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

I got a mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I chit chat
My bitch bad, I get
That Rolls Royce, gift-wrapped
Them birds come shrink-wrapped
I'm not strapped, don't think
I'm low key with that clack
rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the and I'm runnin' home
Niggas stop being when the money gone
Still walk in bitch, I'm a hundred strong
One on my neck, feel like I got a hundred on
at my flow on this bitch
Platinum and on my wrist
Money, the accountant be it
That's why I'm this shit
I'm in BK with SK
Same since yesterday
With that Biggie Smalls on
And I ain't wearing no vest
I do the Shmoney dance with mac
You better do it too or get
I be grilling that beef, I talkin' no burgers
I finna be walkin' I'm a New Yorker
I let off the K and I hope in the Uber
It's a question that I am the shooter
I the clip and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit with the
Blood, that's how we be movin'
Blood, swooping Compton to Brooklyn
And this ain't the but niggas be shootin'

niggas down 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 down back and forth
I'm like pass the
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 gon' hit 'em

Running back and forth
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 a loss
the DEA we shook 'em off
Bitch we 'em off
Shook and the jars
And on my mommas stove top
By the time she came back from boy
I bet you I had an O
In the middle of the day
no more yayo, boy I sold out
Nigga pull up in a foreign on
forgies that'll them hoes out
Like nigga, niggas keep beggin'
I pull out a pump in this bitch I'm blizzard
Yeah, empty pockets, we robbin'
these got all of us trippin'
Nigga, it's better to ask for forgiveness ask for permission
You catchin' the hollow, I'm slippin'
I did it alone, only God as my
My nigga got off cause we tied up the
and made sure the nigga couldn't up in court
You the business, them niggas find out that you snitchin'
them niggas gon' be at your
Everyday Halloween will go trick or treatin'
two tweny-three at your door
Flippin' a off this rappin'
go back to the trap and put in the weed and the blow like

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

I just a body like a week ago
These niggas want attention, I don't see 'em though
You that gangsta shit, but I just can't believe it bro
We pull up them shots, knockin' out that European [?]
S to the K to the E-M-E, callin' the EMT after I empted clip
I sold my dope right on CMT, I'm at the ING, know I'm as as it gets
Chuck Taylor told me it's 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
Niggas think 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 they better cool it, before that nigga Crooked get up
Lay you out like my Balmains, you gotta 'em straight, he get ironed up
Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough, I don't give a fuck [?] nigga
I ain't squashin' shit, I won't call it off, I handle mine like a man nigga
I'm on with these bands nigga
Need a chair, I can't niggas
We do and hop outs
Got slidin' on that van nigga

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