Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

They told me what happened
You're still young and things like that always
When you'll then you'll know not to make those mistakes

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

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

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

Ain't nothing gon' kid from getting his due
No, feet's not big enough to fit in his shoe
I don't what you rap, niggas
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 they me so
But yo, they will never me though, I had to go like
Montana licking, crazy blow

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

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

Yo, deep in the bungalow, chopping the
my own path, taking another road
I need a son to soul, he brought the troops 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 hand, light up the darkness
I'm fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
My apartment is a in the wall, nigga
Pass me the rock, stop holding the

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

Aiyo, time to make cash dinero
I'm to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero
Lie up in bedroom, smash your bureau
We looking for the money, man the Euro

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

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

You gon' be sitting at the table with a pork
Lacking on the beat a short cop
your boy Ace, BK's own
All you ringtone rap please stay home, come on