Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

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

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

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

Ain't nothing gon' stop kid from 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 why they hate me so
But yo, will never take 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, 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 dope I can it free
The most influential, modern day he

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

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

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

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

Aiyo, it's time to make dinero
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

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

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

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