Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

Really? These dudes don't want it 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, niggas I bang

I'm a made nigga caking what you call a
On my own two, never 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 life that'll glamor and glitz, believe
On the flip side nigga, it's hammers and clips
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we the strip
with 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 rock what 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 will take me though, I had to go like
licking, sniffing crazy blow

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

For those that follow my lead, to the light
At the same time, 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 another
I need a son to soul, he the troops with him
It presidential, I got the truth serum

Don't want the booth near him, respect in the
I'm on the patio, in my camouflage
And my hard, the Wolverine skeleton
I be the yellow man, snatching on the brand

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

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

Aiyo, it's time to make cash
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
we ain't gon' be laughing then
These three men, on your whole staff and win

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

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