Luyện nghe bài hát Hard in the Paint

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

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

[Verse 2: Joell
(Slaughterhouse nigga!!)
No way I could sit around watch my homie getting
This 2 quarters, one eighth for the pound
Pound for pound, pound you out. Girls say, "Yo they fly"
Can't say dick, but yo they try, hit 'em a pound, ok bye
Gotta keep it moving like on the block
I like Karl Malone in the spot
Quiet with the jazz, I already
And I just Four Loko a shot
Might wanna chill like wine in a
the "F" you want?
Ain't nothing over here but some gaspin' for air and a nice little to stretch you on
Trying to be so so cool and I go fool with the Pro Tools, I'm a of the old school
But pass the torch or I'll have to force you to a little game of sudoku
Put your in numbers
Coming up I was poverty stricken pain and hunger
That shit weak so, yeah I'm trying to eat like the day that they gave Columbus
Nothing but flames us
When I say us, I'm talking the slaughter
I'm talking about the new world
I rap that, make ball sacks a nice little snack for daughter
So Hip Hop we to hop you on your good foot
a problem when that Yaowa hook up with Sutt Sutt!

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

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