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

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

My nigga Rambo, you know we 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

Grab a hold of heart and visualize it's a kickin'
A hollow point slug comin' outta biscuit
You ain't just from death, we round to the corner comin'
We outta minds and just don't give a shit
it, gun shots 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 fancy names and games
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 and slain

All heads realize, recognize, on the rise
You recognize, I'm beamin' each and every individual
Who listen to that voice in ya when it be kickin' truth
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 as we, when I say Smif-N-Wessun
This is what I mean, nothin' alive of rid
Could never between, original clik, roll through the thin
And when got thick, we still manage to stick

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

From the heart of it all started Buck town
camp representin' for all the dearly departed
Next we to speak 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
Fuck this, we 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 and tribulations
You try to us, get rocked by the nation

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

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

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

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
When under pressure, don't to my brother

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