Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

They me what happened alright
You're still young and things that always happen
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 though
You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat and
For years, know I bang

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

The life that'll and glitz, best believe
On the flip side nigga, it's them 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 rock you rap, niggas
They be pole on 'The Wire', not HBO

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

Still I be hard to like Seagal
Warrior big shield and long 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, marvel the
I'm so dope I can bottle it
The most influential, modern day he

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

want the booth near him, respect in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, in my camouflage
And my grammar's hard, the skeleton
I be the yellow man, on the other brand

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

I told you before, under conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a body position

Aiyo, it's time to 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 have to ask
we ain't gon' be laughing then
These three men, take on your whole and win

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

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