Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

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

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 it's than hard

The life glamor and glitz, best believe
On the flip side nigga, it's them hammers and
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the
with they hand on the grip

Ain't gon' stop 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 Wire', just not HBO

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

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

For those that my lead, attract to the light
At the same time, the speed
I'm so dope I can 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 serum

Don't want the booth near him, 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 other

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

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

Aiyo, time to make 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 pass the

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 on me heavy like Rasputia
But I still keep like a shortstop
I'ma be sitting at the table when the pop

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