Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

[kung fu
They told me, what happened,
You're still young, and things like that always
When you'll learn, you'll know not to make those mistakes

Deck]
Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no, my set
Hate it or you love it, but you gonna though
You got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
For years, niggas know I
I'm a nigga, caking what you call 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 that'll glamour and glitz, best believe
On the flip side, nigga, it's hammers and clips
Wanna live in fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip
Camouflage, with they hand on the
Ain't nothing gon' stop kid getting his due
No, your not big enough to fit in his shoe
I don't rock what you rap, niggas, they be
On 'the wire', not HBO
They under fire, edge around the way we
They they time up, guess that's why they hate me so
But yo, they will take me though, I had to go like
Montana, licking, crazy blow
Still I be to Kill 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, marvel the
I'm so dope, I can bottle it
The most influential, day murderous he

Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the
Carving my own path, taking road
I need a son to soul, he brought the troops him
It sounds presidential, I got the truth
Don't want the booth him, respect in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, in my camouflage
And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine
I be the man, snatching on the other 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
me the rock, stop holding the ball
I told you before, worser conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead position

[Masta
Aiyo, it's time to cash dinero
I'm to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero
Lie up in your bedroom, smash your
We for the money, man, pass the Euro
to pesos, pass the yen
And, we want to have to ask again
Cuz we gon' be laughing then
These three men, take on your staff and win
Look, labels messing with a cat's future
And that on me heavy like Rasputia
But I still spitting like a shortshop
be sitting at the table when the cork pop
You be sitting at the table with a porkchop
Lacking on the beat like a cop
your boy Ace, BK's own
All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay home, on