Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

They told me what alright
You're still young and things like always happen
When you'll learn then you'll know not to make those

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

I'm a made caking what you call a boss
On my own two, taking orders from ya'll
What I spit, get the corners involved, it's on the yard
It's House Gang, son it's more hard

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

Ain't nothing gon' stop kid getting his due
No, your feet's not big enough to fit in his
I don't rock what you rap,
They be pole on Wire', just not HBO

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

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

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

Yo, deep in the bungalow, the motherload
my own path, taking another road
I need a son to soul, he the troops with him
It presidential, I got the truth serum

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

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

I told you before, worser conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, a dead body position

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

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

Look, labels messing with a cat's future
And that weighs on me heavy Rasputia
But I still keep spitting like a
be sitting at the table when the cork pop

You be sitting at the table with a pork chop
on the beat like a short cop
It's boy Ace, BK's own
All you ringtone rap dudes please home, come on