Luyện nghe bài hát P.A.I.N.E

Motherfucking soft-ass out here
Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out
"It's to be on" -> The Lah
talk lot of shit "'bout to bust" -> The Lah
"Underground street nigga came" -> The Lah

One]
Hail, on, hail
you knocking in your tape-deck thats my property
unknown forces think they me
Here's some information; I'm child
meat, bones, an veins
And I bust til I mix, mud and brains
Someday I may be punished for the shit I do
So crack the of hell, I might slide through
But I staying I need to pay a visit to the man
That my baby brother from the palm of my hand
I'm a to the public like too many B's
by rappers who puff too many trees
So I stand out like a white cop in
With two rusty Armeans, that's what I 'em
I'm a in a field of mice
With goretex and spikes giving R & B rap short life
You wanna with an underground Puffy
Without around me that might wanna bust me
Sometimes I'm like a white man trust me
Sometimes I'm like a man thinking like a white man
All you dis-gust me
Fuck who you are I care who you are
I'm the roundest down here, square who you are
You drama, you can get it!
and Premier's down with it baby

There's not a problem that I fix
All I need is my two
And if you wantin trouble
I sure hold it and I only aim straight for the brain
It's the Preem and
ya pain
Bringin ya
ya pain

[Verse
It's the smackdown the rock an all that
I smack niggaz down who they all that
All you rap niggaz cat fightin, just wanna be
in the magazines, lip twistin all mean
I got a heart like Joe Green
I run niggaz and got paid for it, since sixteen
I'm a addict b, thug shit is like nicotine
And I can't stop smoking, I can't smoking
I'm like Rakim muscles, No Jokin
If niggaz try to my melody Im gunnin for the felony
There's a whole lot of questions that need answers
Like; Who the told you that your rhymestyle was hot!?
You know Biggie died? Who bust that shot?
Why is Sammy the Bull still living and where the is Pac?
It's a raprace don't wanna see me rich
Catch twenty-two niggaz wanna see me flip
I'm Billy Danze, Billy gram, Lil' Fame
Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love bitches
I'm a night time nigga, day
I won't call a wolves for you niggaz
I bring gang bitches it's like take-out
You you gon' get it
*scratch* and down with it baby!

[Verse
If i die today I got no regrets
I'm like the cigarette before cancer - to forget!
I'm start to the finish I don't reason
Cause niggaz negotiate it's all about thieving
Time proving I ain't leaving until Im done
Put my mic in my casket and then Im one
Raps arithmatic while scar back in '86
it for the gods, bust it for the gods
You better get your camera out the moving ural
That don't carry one gun, I do that in plural
Yo Preem them niggaz think I was a fake now
After the Shakedown still ain't no drama
When Pedgie had beef I the lama
And told my nigga how if it get im there like mama
Sunshine and rain, time and pain
Like a too cartier watch Diamond Frame
signed his name got caught up in his lyrics
Now he's Ray Charles his gun, blind in aim
I'm the black bently azure with the proof doors
With the two overhead cams peddle to the
I'm satisfied i want more
like a 350 pound nigga on an aeroplane, I more!

"It's to be on"
You beef you can get it
And Premier's with it baby!

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"It's to be on"