Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

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

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

Running back and forth
the bag of salt
E S to the G N
I'm the dropped the package off
Coming for the murder, is off
Bitch you a loss
the DEA we shook 'em off
Bitch we 'em off
Shook and the jars
And dope on my 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 up in a mothafuckin' foreign on
forgies that'll them hoes out
Like nigga, niggas keep beggin'
I pull out a pump in this like I'm blizzard
Yeah, empty your pockets, we
bitches got all of us trippin'
Nigga, better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission
You catchin' the hollow, I'm slippin'
I did it alone, only God as my
My got off cause we tied up the witness
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 Halloween niggas will go trick or
with two at your door
a check off this rappin'
go back to the trap and put that in the weed and the blow

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

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

niggas 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
First to
We hit 'em all
We hit 'em hard
Running niggas 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