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

Before I go to bed, I a L to the head
Reminisce over words was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was told bold
under pressure, don't fold to my brother

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

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

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

All these MCs wit they fancy names and
I know from the heart, that them not a thing
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 better recognize, I'm beamin' each and every
Who listen to that voice in ya head it be kickin' truth
The heads represent around the way
Showin' and provin,' keepin' it movin', until break day

Realize what's before ya then see if you see
The same real as we, when I say
is what I mean, nothin' alive of rid dreams
Could never come between, original clik, through the thin
And when got thick, we still manage to stick

crimes wit Deceptacons, up inside of the times
Help me at times, and keep our minds
So our knees bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, partners 'til the end

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

hold the remedy
Runnin' wit the boot camp on the search for the
And the crew to be amongst we
Fuck this, we them to court and serve justice

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

See my forefront of soldiers ready to 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 shit where 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
soon come keep the gun stash

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

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

My nigga Rambo, you 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