Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

These 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, check the blood, and tears
For years, niggas know I

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 on the yard
It's House Gang, son it's more than

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

Ain't nothing gon' kid from getting his due
No, your 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, 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
licking, sniffing crazy blow

Still I be hard to kill like
Warrior built big and long sword
One six it, doing it, king size
Salutations, respecting the king eyes

For that follow my lead, attract to the light
At the time, marvel the speed
I'm so dope I can it free
The influential, modern day murderous 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 sounds presidential, I got the truth

Don't want the near him, respect in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, stretched in my
And my grammar's hard, the skeleton
I be the man, snatching on the other 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, holding the ball

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

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

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

Look, stay messing with a cat's future
And that weighs on me like Rasputia
But I still keep like a shortstop
I'ma be at the table when the cork pop

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