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, you'll know not to make those mistakes

Deck]
Really? These dudes don't want it Deck, no, my set glow
it or you love it, but you gonna respect though
You got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears
For years, niggas know I
I'm a made nigga, what you call a boss
On my own two, never taking orders ya'll
What I spit, get the involved, it's wreck on the yard
It's House Gang, son, more than hard
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 hand on the grip
Ain't nothing gon' stop kid getting his due
No, feets not big enough to fit in his shoe
I don't rock what you rap, niggas, be pole
On 'the wire', not HBO
They under fire, edge the way we know
They know they time up, guess that's why hate me so
But yo, they never take me though, I had to go like
Montana, licking, crazy blow
Still I be to Kill like Seagal
Warrior built, big and long sword
One Six it, doing it, king size
Salutations, that's the king eyes
For those that follow my lead, attract to the
At the same time, the speed
I'm so dope, I can bottle it
The most influential, day murderous he

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

Ace]
Aiyo, it's time to make dinero
I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash hero
Lie up in your bedroom, smash bureu
We looking for the money, man, the Euro
to pesos, pass the yen
And, we don't want to have to ask
Cuz we ain't gon' be then
These three men, take on whole staff and win
Look, labels stay 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 when the cork 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