Luyện nghe bài hát P.A.I.N.E

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

One]
Hail, come on,
What you knocking in your tape-deck my property
unknown forces think they me
Here's some information; I'm god's
meat, bones, blood an
And I bust til I mix, mud and brains
I may be punished for the shit that I do
So crack the gates of hell, I might through
But I ain't I need to pay a visit to the man
That took my baby brother from the of my hand
I'm a menace to the public like too B's
Overcome by rappers who puff too trees
So I stand out a white cop in Harlem
With two rusty Armeans, what I call 'em
I'm a giant in a field of
With goretex and spikes R & B rap niggaz short life
You wanna dance an underground Puffy
Without niggaz around me that might wanna me
Sometimes I'm like a white man dont 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 it double and I only aim straight for the brain
It's the Preem and
Bringin ya
ya pain
Bringin ya

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

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

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

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"It's to be on"