Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

Here the lyrical breakdown,
out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
the Ice Man slicin', dicin'.
Hittin' Tyson.
So to the rhythm I givin' em,
My got the impact of a Mac truck
When I'm 'em
Yo, my rhymes flow,
Kickin it psycho
And I'm exploding nitro-glis,
like a hurricane 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,
a seat clown for the beatdown.

Uh, tonight's the of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the tights.
Ready to it like a Louisville slugger,
at the head of a sucka,
Crack run.
how did it to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!
I tried to your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya
I'll make ya well,
'cause you fell into my traps
No good vibrations,
I'm of your boots raps,
So I eat ya scooby snacks,
An maybe roll you a zig zag
Or smoke you a hootie mac,
You did I did,
So gonna lose kid,
'cause to me you're a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my
you get dropped
For the

Yeh, is the last verse,
Should I say the round.
And its I knock out another class clown.
Sit and take notes
As Vanilla kicks withdope lyrics,
Oh waht a pity,
'cause ya had to spend three dollars on your video.
It was video and I can that,
All that wasted 'cause your songs wacked,
I make stuff to the people gather.
An' let 'em see us in a pit,
I slam dance with ya, Hammer.
Now can I it, of course I can.
yo, you will get burned out, then out.
I'm gonna keep comin stong, song song,
Ya thought I'd fade, ya did wrong.
I'm the imperial threat for this fools.
Ha Ha, here comes the beatdown.