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 you'll know not to those mistakes

Deck]
Really? These don't want it with Deck, no, my set glow
it or you love it, but you gonna respect though
You ain't got to know my name, the blood, sweat & tears
For years, know 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 House Gang, son, more than hard
The life that'll glamour and glitz, best
On the flip side, nigga, it's hammers and clips
Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we the strip
Camouflage, with they hand on the
nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due
No, your not big enough to fit in his shoe
I don't rock you rap, niggas, they be pole
On wire', just not HBO
They under fire, edge the way we know
They know they time up, that's why they hate me so
But yo, they will never me though, I had to go like
Montana, licking, sniffing crazy
Still I be Hard to Kill Seagal
Warrior built, big shield and long
One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, size
Salutations, that's the king eyes
For those that my lead, attract to the light
At the same time, marvel the
I'm so dope, I can it free
The influential, modern day murderous he

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

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