Luyện nghe bài hát P.A.I.N.E

Motherfucking soft-ass out here
Motherfucking soft-ass out here
"It's to be on" -> The Lah
That lot of shit "'bout to bust" -> The Lah
"Underground street Bumpy came" -> The Lah

One]
Hail, come on,
What you in your tape-deck thats my property
unknown think they stopping me
Here's some information; I'm god's
meat, bones, an veins
And I bust til I can't mix, mud and
Someday I may be punished for the shit I do
So crack the 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 public like too 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 giant in a field of
With goretex and spikes R & B rap niggaz short life
You wanna with an underground Puffy
Without around me that might wanna bust me
Sometimes I'm like a white man dont me
Sometimes I'm like a man thinking like a white man
All you dis-gust me
Fuck who you are I care who you are
I'm the roundest nigga down here, who you are
You drama, you can get it!
*scratch* and down with it baby

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

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

[Verse
If i die today tomorrow I got no
I'm like the cigarette before cancer - to forget!
I'm start to the I don't like reason
Cause niggaz negotiate it's all about thieving
Time proving that I ain't leaving until Im
Put my mic in my casket and then Im one
Raps arithmatic like scar back in '86
it for the gods, bust it for the gods
You get your camera 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
the Shakedown still ain't catch no drama
When Pedgie had I passed the lama
And my nigga how if it get thick im there like mama
and rain, good time and pain
Like a too tight cartier watch Frame
Duke signed his name got caught up in his
Now Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim
I'm the black bently azure with the bullet doors
With the two overhead cams to the floor
I'm never satisfied i want
like a 350 nigga 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"