Luyện nghe bài hát P.A.I.N.E

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

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

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

Two]
It's the smackdown fuck the an all that
I smack down who think they all that
All you rap cat fightin, just wanna 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 shit is nicotine
And I can't stop smoking, I can't stop
I'm Rakim with muscles, No Jokin
If try to disrespect my melody Im gunnin for the felony
There's a whole lot of that really need answers
Like; Who the fuck told you that your was hot!?
You know when Biggie died? Who that shot?
Why is Sammy the Bull still and where the fuck is Pac?
It's a raprace niggaz don't see me rich
twenty-two niggaz don't wanna see me flip
Cause I'm Danze, Billy gram, Lil' Fame
James, Madison Indama, I love black bitches
I'm a night time nigga, day
I won't even call a 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 before cancer - hard to forget!
I'm to the finish I don't like reason
Cause niggaz don't negotiate it's all about
Time that I ain't leaving 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 better get your camera out the moving ural
That don't carry one gun, I do that shit in
Yo Preem them niggaz that I was a fake now
After the Shakedown still ain't no drama
Pedgie had beef I passed the lama
And told my how if it get thick im there like mama
Sunshine and rain, good and pain
Like a too tight cartier Diamond Frame
Duke his name got caught up in his lyrics
Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun, in aim
I'm the black azure with the bullet proof doors
With the two overhead cams 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 beef you can get it
And Premier's with it baby!

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"It's to be on"