Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

[Inspectah
Really? These dudes don't want it 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, niggas I bang
I'm a made nigga, caking you call a boss
On my own two, never orders from ya'll
What I spit, get the corners involved, it's wreck on the
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 live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the
Camouflage, with they on the grip
Ain't nothing gon' kid from getting his due
No, feets not big enough to fit in his shoe
I rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole
On 'the wire', not HBO
under fire, edge around the way we know
They know 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 crazy
Still I be Hard to Kill like
Warrior built, big and long sword
One Six it, doing it, king size
Salutations, that's the king eyes
For those follow my lead, attract to the light
At the same time, marvel the
I'm so dope, I can bottle it
The most influential, modern day he

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

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