Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

Deck]
Really? These don't want it with Deck, no, my set glow
Hate it or you love it, but you respect though
You ain't got to know my name, the blood, sweat & tears
For years, niggas know I
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, wreck 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 hammers and
Wanna in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip
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
know they time up, guess that's why they hate me so
But yo, they will take me though, I had to go like
Montana, licking, sniffing blow
Still I be to Kill like Seagal
built, big shield and long sword
One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, king
Salutations, that's the king eyes
For those follow my lead, attract to the light
At the same time, marvel the
I'm so dope, I can bottle it
The most influential, modern day he

Yo, in the bungalo, chopping the motherload
Carving my own path, taking road
I a son to soul, he brought the troops with him
It presidential, I got the truth serum
Don't want the near him, respect in the sabotage
I'm on the patio, in my camouflage
And my hard, the Wolverine skeleton
I be the man, snatching on the other brand
But on the other hand, light up the
I'm fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
My is a hole in the wall, nigga
Pass me the rock, stop holding the
I you before, under worser conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body

Ace]
Aiyo, time to make cash dinero
I'm going to the Summer Jam to bash your hero
Lie up in your bedroom, smash bureu
We looking for the money, man, pass the
to pesos, pass the yen
And, we don't want to have to ask
Cuz we ain't gon' be then
These three men, on your whole staff and win
Look, labels stay messing with a future
And that weighs on me heavy like
But I still keep spitting a shortshop
I'mma be sitting at the table when the pop
You gon' be sitting at the table with a
on the beat like a short cop
It's your boy Ace, own
All you ringtone rap dudes, stay home, come on