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

One]
Hail, on, hail
What you in your tape-deck thats my property
forces think they stopping me
Here's some 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 ain't staying I need to pay a to the man
That took my baby from the palm 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
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 wanna with an underground Puffy
Without around me that might wanna bust me
Sometimes I'm like a white man trust me
Sometimes I'm like a black man like a white man
All you dis-gust 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 Premier's down with it

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

[Verse
It's the smackdown fuck the rock an all
I smack down who think they all that
All you rap niggaz cat fightin, just be seen
in the magazines, lip twistin all mean
I got a heart like Joe Green
I run down and got paid for it, since sixteen
I'm a b, this thug shit is like nicotine
And I can't stop smoking, I can't smoking
I'm like Rakim muscles, No Jokin
If niggaz try to my melody Im gunnin for the felony
There's a whole lot of questions that need answers
Who the fuck told you that your rhymestyle was hot!?
You know when Biggie died? Who bust that
Why is Sammy the Bull still living and where the fuck is
a raprace niggaz don't wanna see me rich
Catch twenty-two niggaz don't wanna see me
Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy gram, Lil'
Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love black
I'm a night time nigga, day
I even call a wolves for you niggaz
I bring gang bitches it's like take-out
You you gon' get it
and Premier's down with it baby!

[Verse
If i die today I got no regrets
I'm the cigarette before cancer - hard to forget!
I'm start to the finish I like reason
Cause niggaz don't negotiate it's all thieving
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
it for the gods, bust it for the gods
You better get your camera out flip the ural
That don't carry one gun, I do shit in plural
Yo them niggaz think that I was a fake now
After the Shakedown still ain't no drama
When Pedgie had beef I the lama
And told my nigga how if it get im there like mama
Sunshine and rain, good and pain
Like a too tight cartier Diamond Frame
Duke signed his got caught up in his lyrics
Now he's Ray Charles his gun, blind in aim
I'm the black bently with the bullet proof doors
With the two overhead cams peddle to the
I'm never satisfied i more
like a 350 pound nigga on an aeroplane, I more!

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

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"It's to be on"