Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

They told me happened alright
You're still and things like that always happen
When you'll learn then you'll not to make those mistakes

Really? These don't want it with Deck, no my set glow
it or you love it but you gonna respect though
You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat and
For years, know I bang

I'm a made caking what you call a boss
On my own two, never taking orders from
What I spit, get the corners involved, wreck on the yard
It's Gang, son it's more than hard

The that'll glamor and glitz, best believe
On the side nigga, it's them hammers and clips
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the
Camouflage with they hand on the

nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due
No, your feet's not big to fit in his shoe
I rock what you rap, niggas
They be pole on 'The Wire', not HBO

under fire, edge around the way we know
They know they time up, guess that's why hate me so
But yo, they never take me though, I had to go like
Montana licking, sniffing blow

Still I be hard to like Seagal
Warrior big shield and long sword
One six ooh'ing it, it, king size
Salutations, that's the king eyes

For those follow my lead, attract to the light
At the time, marvel the speed
I'm so I can bottle it free
The most influential, modern day he

Yo, deep in the bungalow, chopping the
Carving my own path, taking road
I a son to soul, he brought the troops with him
It sounds presidential, I got the serum

Don't want the booth near him, respect in the
I'm on the patio, stretched in my
And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine
I be the yellow man, snatching on the brand

But on the other hand, light up the
I'm fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
My apartment is a hole in the wall,
Pass me the rock, holding the ball

I told you before, worser conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body

Aiyo, it's time to make dinero
I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your
Lie up in your bedroom, smash bureau
We looking for the money, man pass the

Apartment to pesos, the yen
And we don't want to to ask again
we ain't gon' be laughing then
These men, take on your whole staff and win

Look, labels stay messing with a future
And that on me heavy like Rasputia
But I still keep spitting a shortstop
I'ma be sitting at the table when the pop

You gon' be at the table with a pork chop
Lacking on the like a short cop
It's your boy Ace, own
All you rap dudes please stay home, come on