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

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

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

Wicked bad boy, snatch the 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
too leary to live, but you not wan' die

All these MCs wit they fancy names and
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 that was murdered and slain

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

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

Doing wit Deceptacons, up inside of the times
Help me at times, and keep our organize
So our knees bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, crime 'til the end

From the of where it all started Buck 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 on the search for the enemy
And the crew to be amongst we
Fuck this, we bring 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 rocked by the

See my forefront of ready to blow ya
Leave ya broke and ya body slumped over
The war is on and the stakes is 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, that 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
the sensee that get me ire
And all due to all mighty

I go to bed, I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that was once
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, dedicate this
To my man Grady, the R, one love, baby pal