Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Hard

Here the lyrical breakdown,
out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
the Ice Man slicin', dicin'.
Hittin' Tyson.
So to the rhythm I givin' em,
My lyrics got the of a Mac truck
When I'm 'em
Yo, my rhymes flow,
Kickin it psycho
And I'm like nitro-glis,
like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a
My man is back with a killer slice,
I'm up the mic,
Ya damn right, Ice
With the punch,
I put the on Marky
And the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the run
You got to base, son.
I'm in place,
Take a seat for the beatdown.

Uh, tonight's the of the big fight,
the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a slugger,
Right at the of a sucka,
home run.
how did it to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!
I tried to make your head like a church bell.
I put it on ya
make ya hurt well,
'cause you fell into my traps
No more vibrations,
I'm tired of boots raps,
So I eat ya like snacks,
An roll you like a zig zag
Or you like a hootie mac,
You did I did,
So you're lose kid,
to me you're still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my
you get dropped
For the

Yeh, is the last verse,
I say the last round.
And its time I knock out class clown.
Sit down and take
As Vanilla kicks withdope lyrics,
Oh waht a pity,
'cause ya had to spend three million on your video.
It was and I can admit that,
All that money's wasted 'cause your wacked,
I make to make the people gather.
An' let 'em see us in a pit,
I wanna slam with ya, Hammer.
Now can I kick it, of I can.
yo, you get burned out, then turned out.
I'm gonna keep comin stong, after song,
Ya I'd fade, well ya did wrong.
I'm the imperial threat for sound fools.
Ha Ha, here the lyrical beatdown.