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

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

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

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

bad boy, snatch the burner on my hip
So ya hopes and get dead Mr. Buster
'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 names and games
I know from the heart, that them not a thing
Big up to all the heads, wit the knuckle game
Rest in peace to all my that was murdered and slain

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

what's before ya eyes then see if you see
The same real as we, when I say
This is what I mean, nothin' of rid dreams
Could never between, original clik, roll through the thin
And when got thick, we still manage to stick

Doing crimes wit Deceptacons, up inside of the
Help me at times, and our minds organize
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 to speak to the real MC's
'Cuz the MC's, will win the breeze

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

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

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

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

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

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

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