Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

Deck]
Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no, my set
Hate it or you it, but you gonna respect though
You got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
For years, niggas know I
I'm a made nigga, caking what you a boss
On my own two, taking orders from 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, believe
On the flip side, nigga, them hammers and clips
Wanna live in high 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 you rap, niggas, they be pole
On 'the wire', not HBO
They under fire, edge the way we know
They know they time up, guess 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 Kill Seagal
built, big shield and long sword
One Six Ooh'ing it, it, king size
Salutations, respecting the king eyes
For that follow my lead, attract to the light
At the time, marvel the speed
I'm so dope, I can it free
The most influential, modern day he

Yo, deep in the bungalo, the motherload
Carving my own path, taking another
I a son to soul, he brought the troops with him
It sounds presidential, I got the truth
Don't want the booth near him, respect in the
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 other hand, light up the
I'm fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
My apartment is a hole in the wall,
Pass me the rock, stop the ball
I told you before, under worser
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body

Ace]
Aiyo, it's time to make 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
Apartment to pesos, the yen
And, we don't want to have to ask
Cuz we ain't be laughing then
These three men, on your whole staff and win
Look, labels stay with a cat's future
And that on me heavy like Rasputia
But I still keep like a shortshop
I'mma be 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 your boy Ace, own
All you ringtone rap dudes, please home, come on