Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

[Inspectah
Really? These dudes don't 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 made nigga, caking what you a boss
On my own two, never taking from ya'll
What I spit, get the corners involved, it's wreck on the
It's House Gang, son, it's more than
The life that'll glamour and glitz, believe
On the flip side, nigga, it's hammers and clips
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the
Camouflage, with they on the grip
Ain't nothing gon' stop kid from his due
No, your feets not big enough to fit in his
I don't rock you rap, niggas, they be pole
On 'the wire', not HBO
They under fire, around the way we know
They know they time up, guess that's why hate me so
But yo, will never take me though, I had to go like
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, that's respecting the king
For those that follow my lead, to the light
At the same time, the speed
I'm so dope, I can bottle it
The most influential, modern day he

Yo, deep in the bungalo, the motherload
Carving my own path, taking road
I need a son to soul, he the troops with him
It sounds presidential, I got the serum
want the booth near 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 hand, light up the darkness
I'm stir fried, nigga, yeah, I'm
My is a hole in the wall, nigga
me the rock, stop holding the ball
I told you before, under worser
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead position

Ace]
Aiyo, it's time to make dinero
I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to your hero
Lie up in your bedroom, your bureu
We looking for the money, man, pass the
to pesos, pass the yen
And, we want to have to ask again
Cuz we gon' be laughing then
three men, take on your whole staff and win
Look, labels stay 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 gon' be sitting at the table with a
on the beat like a short cop
It's boy Ace, BK's own
All you rap dudes, please stay home, come on