Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

[Inspectah
Really? These dudes don't it with Deck, no, my set glow
Hate it or you love it, but you gonna respect
You ain't got to my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
For years, know I bang
I'm a made nigga, caking you call a boss
On my own two, never taking orders ya'll
What I spit, get the involved, it's wreck on the yard
House 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 fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip
Camouflage, with they on the grip
Ain't nothing stop kid from getting his due
No, your not big enough to fit in his shoe
I don't rock you rap, niggas, they be pole
On wire', just not HBO
They under fire, around the way we know
They they time 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 and long sword
One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, size
Salutations, that's respecting the king
For that follow my lead, attract to the light
At the same time, the speed
I'm so dope, I can it free
The most influential, day murderous he

Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the
Carving my own path, another road
I need a son to soul, he brought the troops him
It presidential, I got the truth serum
Don't want the booth him, respect in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, in my camouflage
And my grammar's hard, the skeleton
I be the man, snatching on the other brand
But on the hand, light up the darkness
I'm fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
My apartment is a hole in the wall,
Pass me the rock, stop holding the
I told you before, under conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead position

Ace]
Aiyo, it's time to cash dinero
I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to your hero
Lie up in your bedroom, smash your
We looking for the money, man, the Euro
Apartment to pesos, the yen
And, we don't want to to ask again
Cuz we ain't gon' be laughing
These three men, on your whole staff and win
Look, labels stay messing with a future
And that weighs on me heavy like
But I still keep spitting a shortshop
be sitting at the table when the cork pop
You gon' be sitting at the table with a
Lacking on the beat a short cop
It's boy Ace, BK's own
All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay home, on