Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

[kung fu
They me, what happened, alright
still young, and things like that always happen
When you'll learn, then you'll know not to make those

[Inspectah
Really? These dudes want it with Deck, no, my set glow
it or you love it, but you gonna respect though
You ain't got to my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
For years, know I bang
I'm a made nigga, caking what you a boss
On my own two, never orders from ya'll
What I spit, get the corners involved, wreck on the yard
House Gang, son, it's more than hard
The life that'll and glitz, best believe
On the flip side, nigga, them hammers and clips
Wanna in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip
Camouflage, with they on the grip
nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due
No, feets not big enough to fit in his shoe
I don't rock what you rap, niggas, 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 never take me though, I had to go like
Montana, licking, sniffing blow
Still I be Hard to Kill Seagal
Warrior built, big shield and long
One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, king
Salutations, respecting the king eyes
For those that follow my lead, to the light
At the same time, the speed
I'm so dope, I can it free
The influential, modern day murderous he

Yo, in the bungalo, chopping the motherload
my own path, taking another road
I need a son to soul, he the troops with him
It sounds presidential, I got the truth
Don't the booth near him, respect in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, stretched in my
And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine
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 hole in the wall,
me the rock, stop holding the ball
I told you before, under worser
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, your bureu
We for the money, man, pass the Euro
to pesos, pass the yen
And, we want to have to ask again
Cuz we ain't gon' be then
These three men, take on your whole and win
Look, stay messing with a cat's future
And that weighs on me heavy like
But I still keep spitting like a
I'mma be at the table when the cork pop
You be sitting at the table with a porkchop
Lacking on the like a short cop
It's your boy Ace, own
All you ringtone rap dudes, please home, come on