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

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 told stand
When pressure, don't fold to my brother

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

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

Wicked bad boy, the burner on my hip
So feel ya hopes and get Mr. Buster
we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas
Chief the black bar hard, to do a
You're too to live, but you not wan' die

All these MCs wit they fancy and games
I from the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle
Rest in peace to all my niggas that was and slain

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

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

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

From the heart of it all started Buck town
Boot camp representin' for all the dearly
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 going on
True to the game and the love makes us
For every day trials and
You try to stop us, get rocked by the

See my of soldiers ready to blow ya
ya back broke and ya body slumped over
The war is on and the is gettin' high
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, that ass for the drug cash
Armageddon soon come keep the gun

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

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

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