Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Hit me with your best shot, hit me with best shot,
Hit me with your shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me your best shot.
Hit me your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me your best shot.
Come on hit me my best,
Come on hit me my best
on hit me with my best

Verse 1
died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin'
I guess that me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin'
assassin, bitch to gassin', get to mashin'
D-12 broke up, you bitches askin'
Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' and Aspirin
and I'm the machine that Marshall back to life
him that my rhymes just have to be tight
so I figured that I would the mic
like a nig*a 'bout to rhyme right after
sometimes we get mad and fight, right back to the lab
an oath in the afterlife, that's only right
living like a rock is the only life
and we are, 6 men, who are old friends
my nig*a Bugz, Holton
all the way down, I'ma them, D-12 nig*a, 'till the world end

Hit me with best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with best shot.
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with best shot,
Hit me your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your shot, hit me with your best shot.
on hit me with my best,
Coke on hit me with my
Come on hit me with my

Verse 2
A lotta nig*as try to me
'till I come back with vengeance and slice their
Y'all been placed on a contract for
waste 'em, one by one, for taintin'
Ability to a facility, I'm a sinner of Satan
fast as a rapist facin'
Life or trifle, has made me in waitin'
they gon' lock me up under the
I'm a one man army, marine and
you done made me
I'm crazy, insane, and
I bite the face off baby
for anyone who try to diss or Hailie
I'ma their Halo
put 'em on the reaper's payroll, erase them and hang soul
it ain't no hoes here, s got a scroll
names on it, dipped in blood, man I'm cold

Hit me with your shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me your best shot,
Hit me with your shot, hit me with your best shot.
Hit me with best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me your best shot.
Come on hit me my best,
on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my

3 [Kuniva]:
I know you thought we done, we rose up
got a gun to your whole inside fold up
and hit us with the best shot and still standin'
so tell the world it can our scrotum
straight soldiers, who stunt
who wanna be the guy, who want the punt
who get fucked for lookin' at me sideways
time I roll up I'ma keep it blunt
where did y'all run when we lost Marshall
did it big like Costco
and we back in this bitch a tampon
still dirty, Em's clean like a bar o' soap
and you so slick, on some baffoon shit
my hand's on a sweeper, was on a broomstick
stop all stupid, I'm rude and abusive
and strapped, don't me use it

Hit me with best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your shot, hit me with your best shot.
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with best shot,
Hit me with your shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with best shot.
Come on hit me my best,
Coke on hit me with my
Come on hit me with my

Verse 4
Aight, here's I come in at...

I came in this with, bad intentions,
and I budged, not even an inch since then
I'm stubborn, evil, and
I'm like nothing you ever seen, in
hand, it's like I'm the insulin,
so you might button it like Benjamin
I ain't frightened of nothing, I men
step right in this mark my henchmen and
walk, to the stage,
I ain't to cause trouble, get the fuck out my face
fall back, little cocksucker, I A&W
don't get your mugs in my way
get Shattered, fuckin' A
been this way since B.C., can I say?
I'm stuck in my ways double stick tape
don't get turned to a vegetable face
you ain't Superman, stay in lane, Lois
D-12 spittin' like flamethrowers
spit 'til we get sprained with metaphors
that cut with the same force as
hope you're with your A game,
'cause things have in this game, isn't the same game, boys
the have been raised, better make lemonade
they give you lemons, if they want us, let 'em aim for us