Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

I got a mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I don't chat
My bad, I get racks
That 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 home
Niggas stop loyal when the money gone
Still walk in bitch, I'm a hundred strong
One chain on my neck, feel like I got a on
Look at my on this bitch
Platinum and on my wrist
Money, the accountant be it
That's why I'm this shit
I'm in BK that SK
Same since yesterday
With Biggie Smalls on replay
And I wearing no vest today
I do the Shmoney dance with 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
It's never a question I am the shooter
I empty the clip and lay you in a of
Blood, see how he got hit the Ruger?
Blood, that's how we be movin'
Blood, swooping from to Brooklyn
And this ain't the Barclays but niggas be

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

Running cocaina and forth
the bag of salt
E S to the G N
I'm the boss the package off
Coming for the murder, is off
Bitch you took a
the DEA we shook 'em off
Bitch we 'em off
Shook and twist the
And dope on my stove top
By the time she back from church boy
I bet you I had an O
In the middle of the day
no yayo, boy I done sold out
pull up in a mothafuckin' foreign on
forgies that'll them hoes out
yeah nigga, niggas keep beggin'
I pull out a pump in this bitch like I'm
Yeah, empty your pockets, we
bitches got all of us trippin'
Nigga, it's to ask for forgiveness 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 sure the nigga couldn't up in court
You know the business, them niggas find out you snitchin'
them niggas gon' be at throat
Halloween niggas will go trick or treatin'
with two tweny-three at your
Flippin' a off this rappin'
go back to the trap and put in the weed and the blow like

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

I just caught a body a week ago
These hatin' niggas want attention, I see 'em though
You talk 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, the EMT after I empted this clip
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 these in pits
Rolley on wrist, no toc or no tic, your girl on my dick, man get your bitch
Niggas think this a rap now, I back down and come try your luck
with me be wired up, they ridin' with me till the tyres bust
Haters talkin', but they better cool it, before that nigga get fired 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 about [?] nigga
I ain't squashin' shit, I won't call it off, I just handle mine a man nigga
I'm on frontline with bands nigga
Need a chair, I can't stand
We do walk-by's and hop
Got slidin' doors on that van

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