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 listen to the I givin' em,
My lyrics got the impact of a Mac
I'm sendin' 'em
Yo, my funky flow,
it like psycho
And I'm like nitro-glis,
Coming a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a
My man Zero is with a killer 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,
a seat clown for the beatdown.

Uh, the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it a Louisville slugger,
Right at the of a sucka,
home run.
how did it to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a bell.
I put it on ya
I'll ya hurt well,
'cause you into my booby traps
No more vibrations,
I'm tired of your raps,
So I eat ya like snacks,
An maybe you like a zig zag
Or smoke you a hootie mac,
You did I did,
So you're 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, this is the verse,
I say the last round.
And its I knock out another class clown.
Sit down and notes
As Vanilla kicks ballistics lyrics,
Oh a pity, though
'cause ya had to three million dollars on your video.
It was video and I can that,
All that money's wasted 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 kick it, of I can.
yo, you will get burned out, turned out.
I'm keep comin stong, song after song,
Ya thought I'd fade, ya did wrong.
I'm the imperial threat for this fools.
Ha Ha, here the lyrical beatdown.