Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

[Intro: Crooked I & Joell
S-sutt
Hip-Hop Reloaded
I'm kinda fucked up, on these Four in this bitch
(SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!)

1: Crooked I]
Yo, they try to me out the ranks of the greatest rhymers
But I've been underground longer than miners
Fisticuff music, get a game a
COB's my religion, minus gay designers
(S-sutt S-sutt!)
(Wait a minute, my nigga JC in this motherfucker. Dida, on)

2: Joell Ortiz]
(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)
No way I could sit around watch my homie getting
2 quarters, one eighth for the sickest pound
Pound for pound, we'll you out. Girls say, "Yo they fly"
say dick, but yo they try, hit 'em with a pound, ok bye
Gotta keep it like dope on the block
I post like Malone in the spot
Quiet with the jazz, I spazz
And I just Four Loko a shot
Might chill like wine in a restaurant
What the "F" you
nothing over here but some gaspin' for air and a nice little stretcher to stretch you on
Trying to be so so cool and I go fool the Pro Tools, I'm a student of the old school
But pass the or I'll have to force you to play a little game of sudoku
Put your days in
up I was poverty stricken with pain and hunger
That shit so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the motherfucking day that they gave Columbus
but flames amongst us
When I say us, I'm talking the slaughter
I'm about the new world order
I rap that, make ball sacks a nice little snack for daughter
So Hip Hop we fittin' to hop you on your foot
It's a problem when that Yaowa up with Sutt Sutt!

[Verse 3: I]
Yo (Heyyy!!!)
Hit a nigga like pow, click pow
Bitch get down, 6 rounds
This kid's
Living in a whole another district with a thick bitch and a thick bitch get dicked
My dick she put 'round
Take a twitpic, lemme slow this shit
I'm reloaded, 52 weeks this that spit
I wipe the face with you, Farrakhan shit
One day, buy you niggas on that Viacom tip
Then take your bitch cause mami a cybertron ship
Riding around with your vibrant
Look at the dog that Crooked I
German shepard, put sperm in heifer
by that hydrant man
BET, top ten list, I mad cause I'mma be there later
Tip my hat to shit that, well-deserved I won't be their hater
If anything I'mma be the creator who a way for you to speak to your people
Once a with that music leak
Now how loud my future speak
Innovative, hate it, I don't care I rest in peace 'em
Eat some beast a decent feast
It's yo' instrumental, I lease them
I mash and beast them
Just what it sound
When anarchy, chaos, and pandemonium a threesome
C.O.B. is money, what you boys thank
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I call my garage Banks
I'm ?? like ?? watching the New Orleans
My bitch, she got on panties, huh, no she ain't
Last of a dying breed I indeed iron
Fire weed, silverback gorilla if you buying
Diamond rings, finer things, chain hotter than 99
with Gs, wine and cheese, liar please, you minor league
The fans me sell my Ferrari Spider
Eastsider, sorry momma, I'm a
Flyer than riding in coach, Schottenheimer
I will hard dick for some hot vagina
No country unless your is Crooked I
Read my shirt, it say? #OKBYE
You know I go in the paint
Hard in the paint go get it all
You don't like I'mma go get it all
Suck my dick through that in the wall
I slowing down for no nigga, naw
out my way homie, don't get involved
Cause yo' fittin' to
You don't know my flow get in all
I'm doper than (5x)

[Crooked I and (Joell Ortiz) ]
Whatch' ya'll do?
Whatch' ya'll do, huh?
Y-You're not going to with me?(Joell Ortiz)
Ya'll me already *laughs*
(Crooked, whatch' you do?)
Oh, (COB to Yaowa, Hip Hop Weekly)
He ain't do no videos Crook
You already don't do no videos with BITCH!!
"That nigga be on my soundtrack"
You already that, FAGGOT!*Laughs*
This is Hip Hop Reloaded, mayne. Nahmean?
This is no
out to the other next diss, J Michelle
It's no country, why should I
When niggas try to, body bag me, on YouTube
Which one of you west coast niggas out to me and said, "Yo, Crook, you alright?"
None of you niggas, so guess what? Ssutt!
I ain't with you niggas, BITCH!
Ok, bye (x3)
Hey ???
*Shutting effect* Ok, Bye