Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

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

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

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