Luyện nghe bài hát P.A.I.N.E

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

One]
Hail, on, hail
What you in your tape-deck thats my property
unknown forces think 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 for the shit that I do
So crack the gates of hell, I might slide
But I staying I need to pay a visit to the man
That took my brother from 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 a white cop in Harlem
With two Armeans, that's what I call 'em
I'm a in a field of mice
With goretex and spikes giving R & B rap short life
You dance with an underground Puffy
Without niggaz around me might wanna bust me
Sometimes I'm like a white man dont me
Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking a white man
All you niggaz 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 need is my two
And if you niggaz wantin
I sure hold it double and I aim straight for the brain
the Preem and Bumpy
Bringin ya
Bringin ya
ya pain

[Verse
It's the smackdown fuck the 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 lookin all
I got a heart like mean Joe
I run niggaz down and got paid for it, sixteen
I'm a addict b, thug shit is like nicotine
And I can't smoking, I can't stop smoking
I'm like Rakim with muscles, No
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 that rhymestyle was hot!?
You when Biggie died? Who bust that shot?
Why is Sammy the Bull still and where the fuck is Pac?
It's a niggaz don't wanna see me rich
Catch twenty-two don't wanna see me flip
Cause I'm Danze, Billy gram, Lil' Fame
James, Madison 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
*scratch* and Premier's with it baby!

[Verse
If i die today tomorrow I got no
I'm like the cigarette before cancer - to forget!
I'm start to the finish I don't reason
Cause niggaz don't negotiate all about thieving
Time proving I ain't leaving until Im done
Put my last mic in my casket and Im one
Raps arithmatic while like scar 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 shit in plural
Yo them niggaz think that I was a fake now
the Shakedown still ain't catch no drama
When Pedgie had I passed the lama
And told my nigga how if it get im there like mama
Sunshine and rain, good time and
Like a too tight watch Diamond Frame
Duke signed his got caught up in his lyrics
Now he's Ray bustin his gun, blind in aim
I'm the black bently azure with the bullet proof
With the two overhead cams peddle to the
I'm never satisfied i want
a 350 pound nigga on an aeroplane, I want more!

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

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"It's to be on"