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
talk lot of shit "'bout to bust" -> The Lah
"Underground street nigga came" -> The Lah

One]
Hail, on, hail
What you knocking in your thats my property
unknown forces they stopping me
Here's some information; I'm child
meat, bones, an veins
And I bust til I can't mix, mud and
Someday I may be punished for the shit I do
So crack the of hell, I might slide through
But I ain't staying I to pay a visit to the man
That took my brother from the palm of my hand
I'm a menace to the like too many B's
by rappers who puff too many trees
So I stand out like a cop in Harlem
With two rusty Armeans, that's what I 'em
I'm a giant in a field of
goretex and spikes giving R & B rap niggaz short life
You dance with an underground Puffy
Without niggaz around me that might bust me
I'm like a white man dont trust me
Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a 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 that I can't fix
All I need is my two
And if you niggaz trouble
I sure hold it double and I only aim straight for the
the Preem and Bumpy
Bringin ya
ya pain
Bringin ya

[Verse
It's the smackdown the rock an all that
I smack niggaz down who think all that
All you rap cat fightin, just wanna be seen
in the magazines, lip lookin all mean
I got a heart mean Joe Green
I run niggaz down and got paid for it, since
I'm a addict b, this thug shit is nicotine
And I can't smoking, I can't stop smoking
I'm like Rakim with muscles, No
If niggaz try to disrespect my melody Im gunnin for the
a whole lot of questions that really need answers
Like; Who the told you that your rhymestyle was hot!?
You when Biggie died? Who bust that shot?
Why is Sammy the Bull still living and where the is Pac?
It's a raprace niggaz wanna see me rich
Catch niggaz don't wanna see me flip
Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy gram, Lil'
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 it's like ordering take-out
You you gon' get it
*scratch* and Premier's down it baby!

[Verse
If i die tomorrow I got no regrets
I'm like the before cancer - hard to forget!
I'm start to the I don't like reason
niggaz don't negotiate it's all about thieving
Time proving that I ain't leaving Im done
Put my mic in my casket and then Im one
Raps while like scar back in '86
Rush it for the gods, bust it for the
You better get your out flip the moving ural
That don't carry one gun, I do that shit in
Yo them niggaz think that I was a fake now
After the Shakedown still ain't catch no
When Pedgie had I passed the lama
And told my nigga how if it get im there like mama
Sunshine and rain, good and pain
a too tight cartier watch Diamond Frame
Duke signed his name got up in his lyrics
Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun, in aim
I'm the black bently azure with the bullet doors
With the two overhead cams peddle to the
I'm never i want more
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"