Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Too Hard

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

[Inspectah
Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no, my set
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 I bang
I'm a made nigga, caking what you a boss
On my own two, never taking orders from
What I spit, get the corners involved, wreck on the yard
It's Gang, son, it's more than hard
The life glamour and glitz, best believe
On the side, nigga, it's them hammers and clips
Wanna live in fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip
Camouflage, with they hand on the
nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due
No, your feets not big enough to fit in his
I rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole
On 'the wire', not HBO
They fire, edge 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, sniffing blow
Still I be Hard to Kill like
built, big shield and long sword
One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, king
Salutations, that's the king eyes
For those that my lead, attract to the light
At the time, marvel the speed
I'm so dope, I can it free
The influential, modern day murderous he

Yo, deep in the bungalo, 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 booth near him, respect in the
I'm on the patio, in my camouflage
And my grammar's hard, the skeleton
I be the yellow man, on the other brand
But on the other hand, up the darkness
I'm fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
My apartment is a hole in the wall,
Pass me the rock, holding the ball
I told you before, under conditions
Chessboxing, nigga, mic's a dead body

[Masta
Aiyo, time to make cash 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, the Euro
Apartment to pesos, the yen
And, we want to have to ask again
Cuz we ain't gon' be laughing
These three men, take on your whole and win
Look, labels stay messing with a cat's
And that weighs on me like Rasputia
But I still keep like a shortshop
I'mma be sitting at the when the cork pop
You be sitting at the table with a porkchop
Lacking on the like a short cop
It's your boy Ace, own
All you ringtone rap dudes, stay home, come on