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 dudes don't want it Deck, no, my set glow
Hate it or you love it, but you respect though
You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat &
For years, know I bang
I'm a made nigga, caking what you call a
On my own two, never orders from ya'll
What I spit, get the corners involved, it's wreck on the
It's Gang, son, it's more than hard
The life that'll and glitz, best believe
On the side, nigga, it's them hammers and clips
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the
Camouflage, they hand on the grip
Ain't nothing gon' stop kid getting his due
No, your feets not big to fit in his shoe
I rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole
On 'the wire', not HBO
They under fire, edge around the way we
They know they time up, guess that's why they me so
But yo, they will never me though, I had to go like
Montana, licking, sniffing blow
Still I be to Kill like Seagal
Warrior built, big and long sword
One Six Ooh'ing it, it, king size
Salutations, that's respecting the king
For those follow my lead, attract to the light
At the same time, the speed
I'm so dope, I can it free
The influential, modern day murderous he

Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the
my own path, taking another road
I need a son to soul, he brought the troops him
It sounds presidential, I got the serum
Don't want the booth him, respect in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, in my camouflage
And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine
I be the yellow man, snatching on the brand
But on the other hand, light up the
I'm fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
My apartment is a hole in the wall,
me the rock, stop holding the ball
I you before, under worser conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a body position

Ace]
Aiyo, it's time to make cash
I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your
Lie up in your bedroom, smash your
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, stay messing with a cat's future
And that on me heavy like Rasputia
But I still keep spitting like a
I'mma be sitting at the table when the pop
You gon' be sitting at the table a porkchop
Lacking on the like a short cop
your boy Ace, BK's own
All you ringtone rap dudes, please home, come on