Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

I got a mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I chit chat
My bitch bad, I get
That Royce, come gift-wrapped
Them birds still shrink-wrapped
I'm not strapped, think that
I'm low key with that clack
rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the burner and I'm runnin'
Niggas stop being loyal when the gone
Still walk in this bitch, I'm a strong
One on my neck, feel like I got a hundred on
Look at my flow on this
and gold on my wrist
Money, the be countin' it
That's why I'm this shit
I'm in BK that SK
Same clothes since
With Biggie Smalls on replay
And I ain't wearing no vest
I do the Shmoney dance this mac
You do it too or get Shmurda'd
I be grilling beef, I ain't talkin' no burgers
I be walkin' like I'm a New Yorker
I let off the K and then I hope in the
It's never a that I am the shooter
I the clip and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit the Ruger?
Blood, bandana how we be movin'
Blood, swooping from Compton to
And this the Barclays but niggas be shootin'

Running down back and forth
I'm like the torch
it off
Niggas making bets so who blast him off
First to
We gon' hit 'em
We hit 'em all
to score
We hit 'em all
We hit 'em hard
niggas down back and forth
I'm pass the torch
it off
Niggas bets so who gonna blast him off
First to
We gon' hit 'em
We hit 'em all
First to
We hit 'em all
We gon' hit 'em

cocaina back and forth
Copped the bag of
E S to the G N
I'm the dropped the package off
for the murder, masks is off
Bitch you a loss
the DEA we shook 'em off
Bitch we 'em off
Shook and the jars
And on my mommas stove top
By the time she came back church boy
I bet you I had an O
In the of the muhfuckin' day
no more yayo, boy I sold out
Nigga pull up in a foreign on
forgies that'll bring hoes out
yeah nigga, niggas keep beggin'
I pull out a pump in this bitch I'm blizzard
Yeah, empty your pockets, we
bitches got all of us trippin'
Nigga, it's better to ask for forgiveness than ask for
You catchin' the hollow, I'm slippin'
I did it alone, God as my witness
My nigga got off cause we tied up the
and made sure the nigga couldn't up in court
You know the business, them niggas find out you snitchin'
niggas gon' be at your throat
Everyday niggas will go trick or treatin'
with two tweny-three at your
Flippin' a check off rappin'
go back to the trap and put in the weed and the blow like

Running niggas back and forth
I'm pass the torch
it off
Niggas making bets so who blast him off
to score
We gon' hit 'em
We hit 'em all
First to
We hit 'em all
We hit 'em hard
niggas down back and forth
I'm pass the torch
it off
Niggas bets so who gonna blast him off
First to
We hit 'em hard
We hit 'em all
to score
We hit 'em all
We gon' hit 'em

I just a body like a week ago
hatin' niggas want attention, I don't see 'em though
You that gangsta shit, but I just can't believe it bro
We up with them shots, knockin' out that European [?]
S to the K to the E-M-E, the EMT after I empted this clip
I my dope right on CMT, I'm at the ING, know I'm as weird as it gets
Chuck Taylor told me it's fuck haters, so I say fuck 'em and these niggas in pits
Rolley on wrist, no toc or no tic, your girl on my dick, man come get bitch
Niggas think this a rap now, I might back down and come try luck
with me be wired up, they ridin' with me till the tyres bust
Haters talkin', but they better it, before that nigga Crooked get fired up
Lay you out like my Balmains, you gotta play 'em straight, he get up
Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough, I don't give a fuck about [?]
I ain't squashin' shit, I won't call it off, I just mine like a man nigga
I'm on frontline with bands nigga
Need a chair, I stand niggas
We do walk-by's and hop
Got slidin' on that van nigga

Running down back and forth
I'm pass the torch
it off
Niggas making bets so who gonna him off
to score
We gon' hit 'em
We hit 'em all
to score
We hit 'em all
We gon' hit 'em
Running niggas back and forth
I'm like the torch
it off
Niggas making so who gonna blast him off
to score
We gon' hit 'em
We hit 'em all
First to
We hit 'em all
We gon' hit 'em