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 want it with Deck, no my set
it or you love it but you gonna respect though
You got to know my name, check the blood, sweat and tears
For years, know I bang

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

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

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

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

Still I be hard to kill Seagal
Warrior built big shield and sword
One six it, doing it, king 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 dope I can it free
The influential, modern day murderous 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 sounds presidential, I got the truth

Don't the booth near him, respect in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, stretched in my
And my hard, the Wolverine skeleton
I be the yellow man, on the other brand

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

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

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

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

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