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 Bumpy came" -> The Lah

One]
Hail, on, hail
What you knocking in your tape-deck thats my
forces think they stopping me
Here's some information; I'm god's
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 through
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 like too many B's
Overcome by rappers who puff too trees
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 wanna dance an underground Puffy
Without niggaz me that might wanna bust me
Sometimes I'm a white man dont trust me
Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a man
All you dis-gust me
Fuck who you are I care who you are
I'm the roundest nigga here, square who you are
You drama, you can get it!
and Premier's down with it baby

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

[Verse
It's the smackdown fuck the rock an all
I smack niggaz down who think they all
All you rap cat fightin, just wanna be seen
in the magazines, lip twistin lookin all
I got a heart like mean Joe
I run niggaz down and got paid for it, since
I'm a addict b, this shit is like nicotine
And I can't smoking, I can't stop smoking
I'm Rakim with muscles, No Jokin
If niggaz try to disrespect my melody Im gunnin for the
There's a lot of questions that really need answers
Like; Who the fuck told you your rhymestyle was hot!?
You know when Biggie died? Who that shot?
Why is Sammy the Bull still living and the fuck is Pac?
It's a raprace niggaz don't see me rich
Catch twenty-two niggaz don't see me flip
Cause I'm Billy Danze, gram, Lil' Fame
Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love black
I'm a night nigga, day riches
I won't even call a wolves for you
I gang bitches it's 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 the cigarette before cancer - hard to forget!
I'm start to the finish I don't like
Cause niggaz don't it's all about thieving
Time proving that I leaving until Im done
Put my last mic in my and then Im one
Raps arithmatic while like scar in '86
Rush it for the gods, bust it for the
You better get your out flip the moving ural
That carry one gun, I do that shit in plural
Yo Preem them niggaz that I was a fake now
After the Shakedown still ain't no drama
When Pedgie had beef I passed the
And told my nigga how if it get thick im there like
and rain, good time and pain
Like a too tight cartier watch Diamond
Duke signed his got caught up in his lyrics
Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun, in aim
I'm the bently azure with the bullet proof doors
With the two cams peddle 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 down it baby!

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"It's to be on"