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 Deck, no, my set glow
Hate it or you love it, but you gonna though
You ain't got to my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
For years, know I bang
I'm a nigga, caking what you call a boss
On my own two, never taking orders from
What I spit, get the involved, it's wreck on the yard
It's Gang, son, it's more than hard
The life that'll glamour and glitz, best
On the flip side, nigga, it's them hammers and
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the
Camouflage, they hand on the grip
nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due
No, your feets not big to fit in his shoe
I don't rock what you rap, niggas, be pole
On 'the wire', not HBO
They fire, edge around the way we know
They know they up, guess that's why they hate me so
But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go
Montana, licking, crazy blow
Still I be Hard to like Seagal
Warrior built, big shield and long
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, marvel the
I'm so dope, I can bottle it
The most influential, day murderous he

Yo, deep in the bungalo, the motherload
my own path, taking another road
I need a son to soul, he the troops with him
It presidential, I got the truth serum
want the booth near him, respect in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, in my camouflage
And my hard, the Wolverine skeleton
I be the man, snatching on the other brand
But on the other hand, light up the
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, mic's a dead position

[Masta
Aiyo, it's time to make cash
I'm going to the Summer Jam to bash your hero
Lie up in your bedroom, smash your
We for the money, man, pass the Euro
Apartment to pesos, 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 stay messing a cat's future
And that weighs on me like Rasputia
But I still keep like a shortshop
I'mma be sitting at the table when the pop
You gon' be at the table with a porkchop
Lacking on the beat a short cop
your boy Ace, BK's own
All you ringtone rap dudes, please home, come on