Luyện nghe bài hát P.A.I.N.E

Motherfucking niggaz out here
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

[Verse
Hail, on, hail
you knocking in your tape-deck thats my property
unknown forces they stopping me
Here's some information; I'm god's
meat, bones, blood an
And I bust til I can't mix, mud and
Someday I may be punished for the shit I do
So crack the gates of hell, I slide through
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 public too many B's
Overcome by rappers who too many trees
So I stand out like a white cop in
With two Armeans, that's what I call 'em
I'm a in a field of mice
With and spikes giving R & B rap niggaz short life
You wanna dance an underground Puffy
Without around me that might wanna bust me
Sometimes I'm like a white man trust me
Sometimes I'm a black man thinking like a white man
All you niggaz me
Fuck who you are I don't 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 wantin trouble
I sure hold it double and I aim straight for the brain
It's the Preem and
Bringin ya
ya pain
Bringin ya

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

[Verse
If i die today tomorrow I got no
I'm like the cigarette cancer - hard to forget!
I'm start to the finish I don't reason
Cause niggaz negotiate it's all about thieving
Time that I ain't leaving until Im done
Put my mic in my casket and then Im one
Raps arithmatic while like back in '86
Rush it for the gods, bust it for the
You better get your camera out flip the ural
That carry one gun, I do that shit in plural
Yo Preem them think that I was a fake now
After the Shakedown still catch no drama
When had beef 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 cartier watch Frame
signed his name got caught up in his lyrics
Now he's Ray Charles his gun, blind in aim
I'm the black bently azure with the bullet proof
With the two overhead cams 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"