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

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 stand bold
When under pressure, don't fold to my

My nigga Rambo, you we love ya
I wish ya was to see us rip through
The underground, dedicates this
To my man Sean Grady, the R, one love, pal

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

bad boy, snatch the burner on my hip
So feel ya hopes and get dead Mr.
'Cuz we 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 fancy and games
I know the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up to all the real heads, wit the game
in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain

All realize, recognize, Smif-N-Wessun on the rise
You better recognize, I'm beamin' each and individual
Who listen to voice in ya head when it be kickin' truth
The heads represent around 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 what I mean, nothin' of rid dreams
Could never come between, original clik, roll through the
And when shit got thick, we still to stick

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

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

Smif-N-Wessun the remedy
wit the boot camp on the search for the enemy
And the happens to be amongst we
this, we bring them to court and serve justice

See me and my got a thing going on
to the game 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 to blow ya
Leave ya back and ya body slumped over
The war is on and the stakes is gettin'
You kill 'em on dead if them shit them lie

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

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

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

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