Luyện nghe bài hát P.A.I.N.E

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

[Verse
Hail, come on,
What you knocking in your thats my property
unknown forces they stopping me
some information; I'm god's child
meat, bones, blood an
And I bust til I can't mix, mud and
Someday I may be for the shit that I do
So crack the gates of hell, I might slide
But I ain't I need to pay a visit to the man
That took my baby brother the palm of my hand
I'm a to the public like too many B's
Overcome by rappers who puff too many
So I stand out like a cop in Harlem
With two rusty Armeans, that's I call 'em
I'm a giant in a field of
With goretex and spikes giving R & B rap niggaz life
You wanna dance with an underground
Without niggaz me that might wanna bust me
Sometimes I'm like a man dont trust me
Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a man
All you dis-gust me
who you are I don't care who you are
I'm the roundest nigga here, square who you are
You drama, you can get it!
*scratch* and down with it baby

There's not a that I can't fix
All I is my two four-fifths
And if you wantin trouble
I sure hold it double and I only aim for the brain
the Preem and Bumpy
Bringin ya
Bringin ya
ya pain

[Verse
It's the smackdown the rock an all that
I smack niggaz down who think all that
All you rap niggaz cat fightin, just be seen
in the magazines, lip twistin all mean
I got a like mean Joe Green
I run down and got paid for it, since sixteen
I'm a addict b, this thug is like nicotine
And I can't stop smoking, I can't smoking
I'm like with 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 fuck told you your rhymestyle was hot!?
You when Biggie died? Who bust that shot?
Why is Sammy the still living and where the fuck is Pac?
a raprace niggaz don't wanna see me rich
Catch niggaz don't wanna see me flip
Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy gram, Fame
Jesse James, Indama, I love black bitches
I'm a time nigga, day riches
I won't even call a wolves for you
I gang bitches it's like ordering take-out
You you gon' get it
and Premier's down with it baby!

[Verse
If i die today tomorrow I got no
I'm like the cigarette before - hard to forget!
I'm start to the finish I don't reason
Cause niggaz negotiate it's all about thieving
proving that I ain't leaving until Im done
Put my last mic in my and then Im one
Raps arithmatic while like scar in '86
Rush it for the gods, it for the gods
You better get your camera out flip the ural
That carry one gun, I do that shit in plural
Yo Preem them niggaz think that I was a now
After the still ain't catch no drama
Pedgie had beef I passed the lama
And told my nigga how if it get thick im like mama
and rain, good time and pain
Like a too tight watch Diamond Frame
signed his name got caught up in his lyrics
Now he's Ray bustin his gun, blind in aim
I'm the bently azure with the bullet proof doors
With the two cams peddle to the floor
I'm never satisfied i more
like a 350 pound nigga on an aeroplane, I more!

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

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"It's to be on"