Luyện nghe bài hát P.A.I.N.E

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

[Verse
Hail, come on,
What you in your tape-deck thats my property
forces think they stopping me
Here's some I'm god's child
meat, bones, an veins
And I bust til I can't mix, mud and
Someday I may be punished for the that I do
So the gates of hell, I might slide through
But I ain't staying I to pay a visit to the man
That took my baby brother the palm of my hand
I'm a menace to the like too many B's
Overcome by rappers who puff too trees
So I out like a white cop in Harlem
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 niggaz life
You wanna with 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 man thinking like a white man
All you niggaz me
Fuck who you are I care who you are
I'm the nigga down here, square who you are
You drama, you can get it!
*scratch* and Premier's down it baby

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

Two]
It's the fuck the rock an all that
I niggaz down who think they all that
All you rap niggaz cat fightin, just wanna be
in the magazines, lip twistin all mean
I got a like mean Joe Green
I run niggaz down and got paid for it, sixteen
I'm a addict b, this thug is like nicotine
And I can't stop smoking, I can't stop
I'm like Rakim muscles, No Jokin
If try to disrespect my melody Im gunnin for the felony
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 the Bull still living and where the fuck is Pac?
a raprace niggaz don't wanna see me rich
Catch twenty-two don't wanna see me flip
Cause I'm Billy Danze, gram, Lil' Fame
Jesse James, Madison Indama, I black bitches
I'm a night time nigga, day
I won't even a wolves for you niggaz
I bring bitches it's like ordering take-out
You you gon' get it
*scratch* and Premier's with it baby!

[Verse
If i die today tomorrow I got no
I'm like the cigarette cancer - hard to forget!
I'm start to the finish I like reason
Cause niggaz don't negotiate it's all about
Time proving that I ain't leaving Im done
Put my mic in my casket and then Im one
Raps arithmatic while like back in '86
Rush it for the gods, bust it for the
You better get your camera out flip the ural
That don't carry one gun, I do that shit in
Yo Preem them think that I was a fake now
After the still ain't catch no drama
When Pedgie had beef I passed the
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 his name got caught up in his lyrics
Now Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim
I'm the bently azure with the bullet proof doors
With the two overhead peddle to the floor
I'm never i want more
like a 350 pound on an aeroplane, I want 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"