Luyện nghe bài hát P.A.I.N.E

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

One]
Hail, come on,
What you knocking in your thats my property
unknown think they stopping me
some information; I'm god's child
meat, bones, blood an
And I bust til I mix, mud and brains
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 baby brother from the palm of my
I'm a menace to the like too many B's
Overcome by rappers who too many trees
So I stand out like a white cop in
With two rusty Armeans, that's I call '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 around me that might wanna bust me
I'm like a white man dont trust me
Sometimes I'm like a black man like 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 it baby

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

Two]
It's the smackdown fuck the rock an all
I smack niggaz down who think all that
All you rap niggaz cat fightin, just wanna be
in the magazines, lip twistin lookin all
I got a heart mean Joe Green
I run niggaz down and got for it, since sixteen
I'm a addict b, this 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 disrespect my Im gunnin for the felony
There's a whole lot of questions that really answers
Who the fuck told you that your 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 raprace niggaz don't 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 black bitches
I'm a time nigga, day riches
I won't even call a wolves for you
I bring gang bitches it's like ordering
You know you get it
*scratch* and down with it baby!

[Verse
If i die today I got no regrets
I'm like the cigarette before - hard to forget!
I'm start to the finish I don't reason
Cause niggaz don't negotiate all about thieving
Time proving that I ain't leaving Im done
Put my last mic in my casket and 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 carry one gun, I do that shit in plural
Yo Preem them niggaz think I was a fake now
After the Shakedown still ain't catch no
When Pedgie had 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 watch Frame
Duke signed his got caught up in his lyrics
Now Ray Charles 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 want you can get it
And Premier's with it baby!

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"It's to be on"