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

Before I go to bed, I take a L to the
over words that was once said
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 wish ya was to see us rip through
The underground, Smif-N-Wessun dedicates
To my man Grady, the R, one love, baby pal

a hold of your 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 outta minds and just don't give a shit
Goddamn it, gun we bust from the clip

Wicked bad boy, the burner on my hip
So ya hopes and get dead Mr. Buster
we ain't got love for none 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 they names and games
I know from the heart, that them not a thing
Big up to all the real heads, wit the game
Rest in peace to all my niggas that was and slain

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

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

Doing wit Deceptacons, up inside of the times
Help me at times, and our minds organize
So our knees won't bend, for the
Tek and me, crime partners the end

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

hold the remedy
Runnin' wit the boot on the search for the enemy
And the crew happens to be we
this, we bring them to court and serve justice

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

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 shit where them 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
Armageddon soon keep the gun stash

But in the meanwhile, cess the stress
Takin' gun through the nose, through the chest
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 that was said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was stand bold
When 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, Smif-N-Wessun dedicate
To my man Sean Grady, the R, one love, pal