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 listen to the I givin' em,
My got the impact of a Mac truck
I'm sendin' 'em
Yo, my rhymes flow,
Kickin it like
And I'm exploding nitro-glis,
Coming like a bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a
My man Zero is back with a slice,
I'm up the mic,
Ya right, Vanilla Ice
With the punch,
I put the crunch on
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,
the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it a Louisville slugger,
at the head of a sucka,
Crack 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 ya hurt well,
'cause you fell my booby traps
No good vibrations,
I'm tired of your raps,
So I eat ya like snacks,
An maybe you like a zig zag
Or you like a hootie mac,
You did I did,
So you're lose kid,
'cause to me still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my
you get dropped
For the

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