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

Deck]
Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no, my set
Hate it or you love it, but you gonna though
You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, & tears
For years, niggas know I
I'm a nigga, caking what you call a boss
On my own two, taking orders from ya'll
What I spit, get the involved, it's wreck on the yard
It's Gang, son, it's more than hard
The life that'll glamour and glitz, best
On the flip side, nigga, it's hammers and clips
Wanna in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip
Camouflage, they hand on the grip
Ain't gon' stop 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 under fire, edge around the way we
They know they time up, that's why they hate me so
But yo, they never take me though, I had to go like
Montana, licking, sniffing blow
I be Hard to Kill like Seagal
Warrior built, big shield and sword
One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, size
Salutations, that's respecting the king
For those that follow my lead, attract to the
At the same time, marvel the
I'm so dope, I can bottle it
The most influential, day murderous 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 sounds presidential, I got the truth
Don't want the booth near him, respect in the
I'm on the patio, stretched in my
And my hard, the Wolverine skeleton
I be the yellow man, on the other brand
But on the other hand, light up the
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 body

[Masta
Aiyo, it's to make cash dinero
I'm going to the Jam concert to bash your hero
Lie up in your bedroom, smash your
We for the money, man, pass the Euro
Apartment to pesos, the yen
And, we don't want to have to ask
Cuz we ain't gon' be laughing
These men, take on your whole staff and win
Look, labels stay messing with a cat's
And that on me heavy like Rasputia
But I still keep spitting a shortshop
I'mma be at the table when the cork pop
You gon' be sitting at the table with a
Lacking on the beat like a cop
your boy Ace, BK's own
All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay home, on