Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

[Inspectah
Really? These don't want it with Deck, no, my set glow
Hate it or you love it, but you respect though
You got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
For years, niggas know I
I'm a nigga, caking what you call a boss
On my own two, never taking orders from
What I spit, get the involved, it's wreck on the yard
It's Gang, son, it's more than hard
The that'll glamour and glitz, best believe
On the side, nigga, it's them hammers and clips
live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip
Camouflage, with they on the grip
Ain't nothing gon' kid from getting his due
No, your not big enough to fit in his shoe
I don't what you rap, niggas, they be pole
On wire', just not HBO
They 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 blow
Still I be to Kill like Seagal
Warrior built, big shield and sword
One Six it, doing it, king size
Salutations, that's respecting the eyes
For those that follow my lead, attract to the
At the time, marvel the speed
I'm so dope, I can bottle it
The most influential, day murderous he

Yo, in the bungalo, chopping the motherload
my own path, taking 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 near him, in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, in my camouflage
And my hard, the Wolverine skeleton
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 in the wall, nigga
Pass me the rock, stop the ball
I told you before, worser conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, a dead body position

Ace]
Aiyo, it's time to make cash
I'm going to the Summer Jam to bash your hero
Lie up in bedroom, smash your bureu
We looking for the money, man, the Euro
to pesos, pass the yen
And, we don't want to to ask again
Cuz we ain't be laughing then
These three men, on your whole staff and win
Look, labels stay messing with a cat's
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 with a porkchop
Lacking on the like a short cop
your boy Ace, BK's own
All you rap dudes, please stay home, come on