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

Uh, tonight's the of the big fight,
the mic in my hand I got the grip 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 make your head ring like a bell.
I put it on ya
I'll make ya well,
'cause you fell into my booby
No good vibrations,
I'm tired of your raps,
So I eat ya like snacks,
An maybe roll you a zig zag
Or you like 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 time I out another class clown.
Sit and take notes
As kicks ballistics withdope lyrics,
Oh a pity, though
ya had to spend three million dollars on your video.
It was and I can admit that,
All that money's wasted your songs 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 it, of course I can.
yo, you get burned 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 this fools.
Ha Ha, comes the lyrical beatdown.