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 rest his soul, I was told stand
When under pressure, don't to my brother

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 them to court and serve justice

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

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

the code 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
soon come keep the gun stash

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

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

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