Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

[Inspectah
Really? These don't want it with Deck, no, my set glow
Hate it or you love it, but you gonna though
You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat &
For years, know I bang
I'm a nigga, caking what you call a boss
On my own two, taking orders from ya'll
What I spit, get the corners involved, wreck on the yard
It's House Gang, son, more than hard
The that'll glamour 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, your feets not big enough to fit in his
I rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole
On wire', just not HBO
They under fire, around the way we know
They know they time up, guess that's why hate me so
But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go
Montana, licking, crazy blow
Still I be to Kill like Seagal
Warrior built, big and long sword
One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, size
Salutations, that's the king eyes
For those 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, in the bungalo, chopping the motherload
Carving my own path, taking another
I a son to soul, he brought the troops with him
It presidential, I got the truth serum
Don't want the booth near him, respect in the
I'm on the patio, stretched in my
And my grammar's hard, the skeleton
I be the yellow man, snatching on the other
But on the other hand, light up the
I'm fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
My apartment is a in the wall, nigga
me the rock, stop holding the ball
I you before, under worser conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead position

[Masta
Aiyo, it's to make cash dinero
I'm going to the Jam concert to bash your hero
Lie up in your bedroom, smash your
We looking for the money, man, the Euro
to pesos, pass the yen
And, we want to have to ask again
Cuz we gon' be laughing then
These three men, take on your whole and win
Look, labels messing with a cat's future
And that weighs on me heavy like
But I still keep spitting like a
I'mma be sitting at the table the cork pop
You gon' be sitting at the table a porkchop
Lacking on the like a short cop
It's boy Ace, BK's own
All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay home, on