Luyện nghe bài hát P.A.I.N.E

Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out
soft-ass 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

[Verse
Hail, on, hail
What you knocking in tape-deck thats my property
unknown think they stopping me
some information; I'm god's child
meat, bones, blood an
And I bust til I can't mix, mud and
Someday I may be for the shit that I do
So the gates of hell, I might slide 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 who puff too many trees
So I out like a white cop in Harlem
With two rusty Armeans, that's I call 'em
I'm a giant in a field of
With goretex and spikes giving R & B rap niggaz life
You wanna dance with an Puffy
Without niggaz around me might wanna bust me
Sometimes I'm like a man dont trust me
Sometimes I'm like a man thinking like a white man
All you niggaz me
who you are I don't care who you are
I'm the roundest nigga down here, who you are
You drama, you can get it!
and Premier's down with it baby

There's not a that 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 straight for the
It's the Preem and
ya pain
Bringin ya
Bringin ya

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

[Verse
If i die tomorrow I got no regrets
I'm the cigarette before cancer - hard to forget!
I'm start to the I don't like reason
Cause niggaz don't negotiate it's all 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
it for the gods, bust it for the gods
You better get your camera out flip the moving
That don't carry one gun, I do that shit in
Yo Preem them niggaz think I was a fake now
After the Shakedown still catch no drama
When Pedgie had I passed the lama
And told my nigga how if it get thick im like mama
Sunshine and rain, good and pain
Like a too tight cartier watch Diamond
signed his name got caught up in his lyrics
Now he's Ray Charles his gun, blind in aim
I'm the bently azure with the bullet proof doors
With the two overhead cams peddle to the
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"