Luyện nghe bài hát So Hardcore

Ziggi, ziggi,
Ha ha ha, yo
Ya'll, y'all,

Yo, I walk through brick
Fuck hijack your whole shopping malls
I be rippin' shit, my word bond
Scream then I watch the whole earth respond
Do just what ya the remote control
Crash and shit ya know how we role
When I tumble and drive you reply
My my my my my my

Yo I execute all
Run up in two for me and my mans
Ha, flows, ha for my fans
In my turn, they give me the sound
matches, golden egg hatches
Request line is open all your faxes
the flows with no rehersan
Pull the skate back which when the beat start

Just so wak you make people start
Flows contradict worser than the King James
Turn on the mic but your shit will workin'
Beats brudlized your rhyme, your head hurtin'
Broom sticks and britches rags to riches
Forget mad want y'all niggas to burn bitches
Amateur, why won't you right at the calender
A matter of time I start to damage ya

So starting to bust my rhyme calbo
Consecutive wounds like a nigga
Ya, my whole team get cream
Poloticin' every to the extreme

So like Gwackjaw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain't heard before
So hardcore like Gwackjaw
Fuck what you heard you ain't this before
Hardcore like McGraw
Fuck you heard you ain't heard this before
So hardcore like Gwackjaw
what you heard you ain't heard this before

Ha, yo I come right the door
With rhymes galore Rhymes be the imbasator
my metaphor you beg for more
Hardcore serious insurcure
I my whole squad of niggas come through and break the law
My family more than collect four
I come through and create the pieces
Bend your mind with colictalictist

Ya'll, I will shit down
Lost or found floor will blast like a four
Right before I hit you off with my
Starch, cobohidrates of protein
Vaccine baby yo I hope your ass clean
Magazine frontine fly lips is green
Ya'll, every time ya'll, I'm on the
High beam the lights and watch will supreme, ha

Don't ya know I keep it comin'
Blow the fort, make ya wrist hard to cuffin'
on the beat and watch how a nigga work it
Buck makin' ya speaker short curcit
This weight tip the scale on the triple beam
Busta Rhymes blast and still the main screen, blow
I had ta ya all mad
Hit ya off, interlude, bounce to

I see a bitch nigga soft
Make a nigga cough, and turn ya ass off
raw l lay on your back and on the floor
Busta rhymes got to headline the ball

'Cause we so hardcore Gwackjaw McGraw
Fuck what you heard we ain't this before
So like Gwackjaw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you heard this before
like Gwackjaw McGraw
Fuck what you you ain't heard this before
So hardcore like McGraw
Fuck what you heard you heard this before