Luyện nghe bài hát P.N.C. (Partners N Crime)

Before I go to bed, I a L to the head
Reminisce over words was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand
under pressure, don't fold to my brother

My nigga Rambo, you we love ya
I wish ya was to see us rip through
The underground, Smif-N-Wessun dedicates
To my man Sean Grady, the R, one love, pal

Grab a hold of your and visualize it's a kickin'
A hollow point slug comin' outta black
You ain't just from death, we round to the corner quick
We method outta minds and just give a shit
Goddamn it, gun we bust from the clip

bad boy, snatch the burner on my hip
So feel ya hopes and get dead Mr.
'Cuz we ain't got for none of y'all muthafuckas
Chief the bar hard, to do a rabbi
too leary to live, but you not wan' die

All these MCs wit they fancy names and
I know from the heart, that them not mean a
Big up to all the heads, wit the knuckle game
Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and

All realize, recognize, Smif-N-Wessun on the rise
You recognize, I'm beamin' each and every individual
Who to that voice in ya head when it be kickin' truth
The heads represent around the way
and provin,' keepin' it movin', until they break day

Realize what's ya eyes then see if you see
The same as we, when I say Smif-N-Wessun
This is what I mean, alive of rid dreams
Could never come between, original clik, through the thin
And when shit got thick, we still to stick

crimes wit Deceptacons, up inside of the times
Help me at times, and keep our organize
So our won't bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, partners 'til the end

From the heart of where it all Buck town
camp representin' for all the dearly departed
Next we comin' to to the real MC's
the weak MC's, will win the breeze

Smif-N-Wessun the remedy
Runnin' wit the boot camp on the search for the
And the crew to be amongst we
Fuck this, we bring them to court and justice

See me and my click got a thing on
True to the game and the love makes us
For every day trials and
You try to stop us, get by the nation

See my of soldiers ready to blow ya
Leave ya back broke and ya slumped over
The war is on and the stakes is high
You kill 'em on dead if them where them lie

It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya
Bumpin' on the beat, be on point for the
Pigs, harass ass for the drug cash
Armageddon soon come the gun stash

But in the meanwhile, ease the stress
Takin' gun through the nose, through the chest
Bless the sensee get me ire
And all praises due to all

Before I go to bed, I a L to the head
over words that was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was stand bold
When under pressure, fold to my brother

My nigga Rambo, you we love ya
I wish ya was around, to see us rip
The underground, dedicate this
To my man Sean Grady, the R, one love, pal