Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

Here the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and a seat clown,
the Ice Man slicin', dicin'.
Hittin' Tyson.
So listen to the I givin' em,
My lyrics got the impact of a Mac
When I'm 'em
Yo, my funky flow,
Kickin it like
And I'm exploding nitro-glis,
Coming like a bliss,
Straight the track like a quarterback
My man Zero is back a killer slice,
I'm up the mic,
Ya right, Vanilla Ice
With the punch,
I put the on Marky
And take the out of his bunch.
I hit the run
You got to base, son.
I'm in place,
Take a clown for the beatdown.

Uh, tonight's the of the big fight,
With the mic in my I got the grip tights.
to swing it like a Louisville slugger,
Right at the of a sucka,
home run.
how did it feel to the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!
I tried to make your head like a church bell.
I put it on ya
I'll make ya well,
'cause you fell my booby traps
No more vibrations,
I'm tired of boots raps,
So I eat ya like snacks,
An maybe you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a mac,
You did I did,
So you're gonna kid,
to me you're still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my
Before you get
For the

Yeh, this is the verse,
Should I say the round.
And its time I out another class clown.
Sit down and take
As Vanilla kicks ballistics lyrics,
Oh waht a pity,
'cause ya had to spend three dollars on your video.
It was and I can admit that,
All money's wasted 'cause your songs wacked,
I make stuff to make the gather.
An' let 'em see us in a pit,
I slam dance with ya, Hammer.
Now can I kick it, of I can.
yo, you will get burned out, turned out.
I'm gonna keep stong, song after song,
Ya I'd fade, well ya did wrong.
I'm the imperial threat for sound fools.
Ha Ha, here the lyrical beatdown.