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

One]
Hail, come on,
What you in your tape-deck thats my property
unknown forces they stopping me
Here's some I'm god's child
meat, bones, an veins
And I til I can't mix, mud and brains
Someday I may be punished for the that I do
So crack the gates of hell, I might slide
But I ain't I need to pay a visit to the man
That my baby brother from the palm of my hand
I'm a menace to the public too many B's
Overcome by rappers who puff too trees
So I stand out like a white cop in
two rusty Armeans, that's what I call 'em
I'm a giant in a of mice
goretex and spikes giving R & B rap niggaz short life
You wanna dance with an Puffy
Without niggaz around me that might 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
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 with it

There's not a that I can't fix
All I is my two four-fifths
And if you niggaz trouble
I hold it double and I only aim straight for the brain
It's the Preem and
Bringin ya
Bringin ya
Bringin ya

Two]
It's the smackdown the rock an all that
I smack niggaz down who think they all
All you rap niggaz cat fightin, wanna be seen
in the magazines, lip lookin all mean
I got a heart like mean Joe
I run down and got paid for it, since sixteen
I'm a b, this thug shit is like nicotine
And I can't smoking, I can't stop smoking
I'm like with 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 fuck told you your rhymestyle was hot!?
You know when Biggie 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 niggaz don't see me flip
I'm Billy Danze, Billy gram, Lil' Fame
Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love black
I'm a time nigga, day riches
I won't even a wolves for you niggaz
I bring gang it's like ordering take-out
You know you get it
and Premier's down with it baby!

[Verse
If i die tomorrow I got no regrets
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 proving I ain't leaving until Im done
Put my last mic in my and then Im one
Raps while like scar back in '86
Rush it for the gods, it for the gods
You get your camera out flip the moving ural
That don't carry one gun, I do shit in plural
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 nigga how if it get im there like mama
Sunshine and rain, time and pain
a too tight cartier watch Diamond Frame
Duke signed his name got caught up in his
Now Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim
I'm the bently azure with the bullet proof doors
the two overhead cams peddle to the floor
I'm never i want more
like a 350 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"