Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

I got a black mac and a six
I don't work out, I don't chat
My bad, I get racks
That Rolls Royce, gift-wrapped
Them birds still shrink-wrapped
I'm not strapped, think that
I'm low key that click clack
rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the burner and I'm home
Niggas stop loyal when the money gone
walk in this bitch, I'm a hundred strong
One chain on my neck, like I got a hundred on
Look at my on this bitch
Platinum and on my wrist
Money, the accountant be it
That's why I'm throwin' shit
I'm in BK with SK
Same clothes yesterday
that Biggie Smalls on replay
And I ain't wearing no vest
I do the Shmoney with this mac
You better do it too or get
I be grilling that beef, I ain't no burgers
I finna be like I'm a New Yorker
I let off the K and then I in the Uber
It's a question that I am the shooter
I empty the and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit with the
Blood, bandana how we be movin'
Blood, from Compton to Brooklyn
And ain't the Barclays but niggas be shootin'

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

cocaina back and forth
Copped the bag of
E S to the G N
I'm the boss dropped the off
for the murder, masks is off
Bitch you a loss
Fuck the DEA we 'em off
Bitch we 'em off
and twist the jars
And on my mommas 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 sold out
pull up in a mothafuckin' foreign on
forgies that'll bring hoes out
Like yeah nigga, keep beggin'
I pull out a pump in this bitch I'm blizzard
Yeah, empty your pockets, we
these bitches got all of us
Nigga, it's better to ask for than ask for permission
You the hollow, I'm catchin'you slippin'
I did it alone, only God as my
My nigga got off we tied up the witness
and made sure the nigga couldn't show up in
You know the business, them niggas find out that you
niggas gon' be at your throat
Everyday 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 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
Running niggas down back and
I'm like the torch
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

I just caught a body a week ago
These hatin' niggas want attention, I see 'em though
You talk that gangsta shit, but I just can't it bro
We pull up with them shots, knockin' out that [?]
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, know I'm as as it gets
Chuck told 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 on my dick, man come get your bitch
Niggas think this a rap now, I might back down and come try your
Riders with me be wired up, they ridin' with me till the tyres
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 I'm high enough, I don't give a fuck about [?] nigga
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 doors on that van nigga

Running niggas down back and
I'm pass 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 hit 'em hard
Running niggas back and forth
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