Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Hittin' Hard

Ladies and
and ladies
Adults teenagers and babies
No and's but's or maybe's
I the whole world to rock today
Because I said I was and was
The baddest rapper on the mic and I proved it
a difference
On the way you you syn-
Cronize the tries
To the dumb the drum
Beats a pattern that into
A catalyst just
your ear you had to hear
A contents
Beyond
If you're not
Get tense and
Cause make a skeptic
epileptic
Shake and like the holy ghost connected
His body and
I
His mind is mine my
Rhyme
in limbo
You
A of jim jones as them bones tremble
Shakin' like a leaf in
No teeth
Can cease pity or
I got you flipping like a
spinning like a top
Weak at the
And you're to drop
You can't find heart
You need a warrant to
Get off knees
Boy this church
You can pray if you wanna
Say you wanna say
Did you forget you was
gonna pay
For doubting my
You freeze your thought
Cause I minds
If you got
I
for second-guessing
Reroute
I reprogram and deprogram
Two fans
Through hypnosis
in a state
Of cataclysmic
Neurotic a narcotic
Known as
to rap
And a fiend for mine
For my rap
a nympho
I'll the conscience
And then hit them so with the rhyme
leave you scarred
Cause I don't hit ya
I hit ya
I the bob
To do the job
Set you up the left
As the right writes
Lyrics and move
the groove
As the beat better
The improves
Adversaries for a telling loss
Bring a stretcher and the smelling salts
My rhyme is
Than a or a bout
You goin' down
Boy you're out
No count
Cause you gettin' up
Bad mouthin' very
very abrupt
Thought patterns
Through overtures
Prepared mind
better for metaphors
More rap
me there's no man
Not bach brahms beethoven or
Polonaise would faze ya
Like I ya I amaze ya
Ali and i
Get deja vu listening to
The rhymes that cut like an
And rings a too
I come out
Hard the first round
like a bee
And the bell is the sound
I don't wanna let up
If you can get up
I'm fed up
The rhymes are up
To your head up
the rhyme is over
They the scorecard
I get points
you hit the floor hard
But I'm hittin'
The very thing
That you
Is a in your face
And the yell timbre
Then you in a dopefiend nod
I don't just hit ya
I hit ya
When I
It's more a hurricane
You dis
think of another name
Cause I go to
And my slam
Put me to the
You'll the exam
Cause that's the kind of
You just can't for
You're
To end up or
Broken
blistered
Decapitated
Violated the
Kind of
That you can't live with
Try to
But you just get with
The mental
supremist
My have ya
like a chemist
My flow like

Cleaned with
To make so
The is purified
You can't it
Biters and
even think it
The green I
Is a shade
When the evaporates
I get
Then time to rain
With the rhyme I
And like
Watch my grow
I heal minds
Like christ
the soul
Like no one
There's one
President and one god
only one rapper
In that
And I hit ya