Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Hittin' Hard

Ladies and
Gentlemen and
Adults adolescents and babies
No if's and's but's or
I want the world to rock today
Because I I was and always was
The baddest rapper on the mic and I it does
Make a
On the way you think you
Cronize the wise
To overcome the the drum
Beats a pattern that turns
A catalyst just
Grab ear you had to hear
A rhyme's
nonsense
If you're not
Get tense and
Cause make a skeptic
epileptic
Shake and brake like the holy connected
His body and
I
His is mine cause my
holds
Minds in
You
A clone of jim as them bones tremble
Shakin' like a in disbelief
No chatterin'
Can cease pity or
I got you flipping a burger
spinning like a top
Weak at the
And you're to drop
You find your heart
You need a warrant to
Get off knees
Boy this ain't
You can if you wanna pray
Say what you say
Did you forget you was
gonna pay
For doubting my
You better freeze your
Cause I read
If you got
I
for second-guessing
Reroute
I reprogram and about
Two million
rhytmic hypnosis
Left in a
Of cataclysmic
from a narcotic
Known as
to rap
And you're a fiend for
For my rap
a nympho
I'll the conscience
And then hit them so with the rhyme
I'ma leave you
Cause I just hit ya
I hit ya
I the bob
To do the job
Set you up with the
As the right writes
Lyrics stick and
Behind the
As the gets better
The rhyme
Adversaries prepare for a loss
a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts
My rhyme is
a fight or a bout
You ain't goin'
Boy you're out
No necessary
you ain't gettin' up
Bad ends very
Very abrupt
patterns converted
Through overtures
Prepared mind
Much for metaphors
More rap
Believe me no man
Not bach beethoven or chopin
Polonaise would faze ya
I faze ya I amaze ya
Ali and i
Get vu from listening to
The that cut like an uppercut
And rings a too
I come out
Hard the first round
Stinging a bee
And the bell is the worst
I don't wanna let up
If you can get up
I'm fed up
The are sped up
To your head up
When the is over
They tally the
I get points
Cause you hit the floor
But I'm hard
The very last
you remember
Is a in your face
And the crowd timbre
Then you in a dopefiend nod
I don't just hit ya
I hit ya
I rain
It's more a hurricane
You dis
Then of another name
I go to work
And my slam
Put me to the
You'll fail the
Cause the kind of test
You just study for
You're
To end up or
twisted
Fractured
Decapitated
it's the
Kind of
That you just live with
Try to
But you just get with
The master
supremist
My have ya
Mixed a chemist
My flow like

Cleaned with
To make so
The rhyme is
You can't it
Biters and
Don't even it
The I made
Is a money
When the rhyme
I get
Then it's to rain
the rhyme I know
And plants
Watch my grow
I sick minds
christ himself
Touch the
no one else
There's one
pope and one god
There's only one
In class
And I hit ya