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

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

My Rambo, you know we love ya
I wish ya was around to see us rip
The underground, dedicates this
To my man Grady, the R, one love, baby 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 comin'
We method outta minds and just don't give a
Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the

Wicked bad boy, the burner on my hip
So feel ya hopes and get Mr. Buster
'Cuz we ain't got love for of y'all muthafuckas
Chief the bar hard, to do a rabbi
You're too to live, but you not wan' die

All these MCs wit fancy names and games
I know the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up to all the real heads, wit the game
Rest in to all my niggas that was murdered and slain

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

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

Doing crimes wit Deceptacons, up of the times
Help me at times, and keep our minds
So our knees bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, partners 'til the end

From the heart of where it all started Buck
Boot camp for all the dearly departed
Next we comin' to speak to the 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 happens to be we
Fuck this, we bring them to court and serve

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

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

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

But in the meanwhile, cess ease the
Takin' gun shots through the nose, through the
the sensee that get me ire
And all due to all mighty

I go to bed, I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that was said
By my man, God his soul, I was told stand bold
When under pressure, don't fold to my

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