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 once
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 wish ya was to see us rip through
The underground, dedicates this
To my man Grady, the R, one love, baby pal

Grab a hold of your 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 minds and don't give a shit
Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the

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

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

Doing crimes wit Deceptacons, up inside of the
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 it all started Buck town
Boot camp for all the dearly departed
Next we comin' to to the real MC's
'Cuz the weak MC's, win the breeze

hold the remedy
Runnin' wit the boot camp on the search for the
And the happens to be amongst 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 makes us
For every day trials and
You try to stop us, get rocked by the

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

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

But in the meanwhile, cess ease the
Takin' gun through the nose, through the chest
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 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 Grady, the R, one love, baby pal