Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no my set
Hate it or you love it but you respect though
You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, and tears
For years, niggas know I

I'm a made nigga caking what you 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 life glamor and glitz, best believe
On the flip nigga, it's them hammers and clips
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the
Camouflage with they on the grip

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

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

Still I be to kill like Seagal
Warrior built big shield and 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 time, marvel the speed
I'm so dope I can it free
The most influential, modern day he

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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