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 bold
under 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, Smif-N-Wessun this
To my man Sean Grady, the R, one love, pal

Grab a hold of your and visualize it's a kickin'
A hollow point slug outta black biscuit
You ain't just from death, we round to the comin' quick
We method outta minds and just don't a shit
Goddamn it, gun shots we 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
too leary to live, but you not wan' die

All these MCs wit they names 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 murdered and

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

what's before ya eyes then see if you see
The same real as we, when I say
is what I mean, nothin' alive of rid dreams
Could come between, original clik, roll through the thin
And when shit got thick, we still to stick

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

From the of where it all started Buck town
Boot camp for all the dearly departed
we comin' 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 search for the
And the crew to be amongst we
this, we bring them to court and serve justice

See me and my got a thing 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 forefront of soldiers ready to ya
Leave ya back and ya body slumped over
The war is on and the stakes is gettin'
You 'em on dead if them shit where them lie

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

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

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 bold
When under pressure, fold to my brother

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