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 know not to make those mistakes

[Inspectah
Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no, my set
Hate it or you it, but you gonna respect though
You ain't got to know my name, 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 on the yard
It's House Gang, son, it's than hard
The life that'll and glitz, best believe
On the flip side, nigga, it's them and clips
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we the strip
Camouflage, with hand on the grip
nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due
No, your not big enough to fit in his shoe
I don't rock you rap, niggas, they be pole
On wire', just not HBO
They under fire, edge the way we know
They know they up, guess that's why they hate me so
But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go
Montana, licking, sniffing crazy
Still I be to Kill like Seagal
Warrior built, big shield and sword
One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, size
Salutations, respecting the king eyes
For that follow my lead, attract to the light
At the same time, marvel the
I'm so dope, I can bottle it
The influential, modern day murderous he

Yo, deep in the bungalo, the motherload
Carving my own path, taking road
I a son to soul, he brought 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 hard, the Wolverine skeleton
I be the yellow man, snatching on the other
But on the other hand, up the darkness
I'm stir fried, nigga, yeah, I'm
My apartment is a hole in the wall,
me the rock, stop holding the ball
I told you before, under conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body

[Masta
Aiyo, it's time to cash dinero
I'm to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero
Lie up in your bedroom, your bureu
We looking for the money, man, the Euro
Apartment to pesos, the yen
And, we don't to have to ask again
Cuz we ain't gon' be then
These three men, take on your staff and win
Look, stay messing with a cat's future
And that weighs on me heavy Rasputia
But I still keep spitting a shortshop
be sitting at the table when the cork pop
You be sitting at the table with a porkchop
Lacking on the beat a short cop
It's boy Ace, BK's own
All you rap dudes, please stay home, come on