Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

They told me happened alright
You're still 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, the blood, sweat and tears
For years, niggas know I

I'm a made nigga caking what you call a
On my own two, never taking orders 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, best
On the flip nigga, it's them hammers and clips
Wanna live in high and rich, so we scramble the strip
Camouflage with they on the grip

Ain't nothing stop kid from getting his due
No, feet's not big enough to fit in his shoe
I rock what you rap, niggas
They be on 'The Wire', just not HBO

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

Still I be hard to like Seagal
built big shield and long sword
One six it, doing it, king size
Salutations, that's respecting the king

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

Yo, in the bungalow, chopping the motherload
Carving my own path, taking road
I need a son to soul, he brought the 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, snatching on the brand

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

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

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

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

Look, labels stay with a cat's future
And that weighs on me heavy Rasputia
But I keep spitting 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 beat a short cop
your boy Ace, BK's own
All you ringtone rap dudes stay home, come on