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 pressure, don't fold to my brother

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

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

Wicked bad boy, the burner on my hip
So ya hopes and get dead Mr. Buster
'Cuz we ain't got 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 fancy names and games
I from the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up to all the heads, wit the knuckle 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' each and individual
Who listen to voice in ya head when it be kickin' truth
The heads that around the way
Showin' and provin,' keepin' it movin', they break day

Realize what's before ya then see if you see
The same real as we, when I say
This is what I mean, nothin' of rid dreams
Could come between, original clik, roll through the thin
And when got thick, we still manage to stick

Doing crimes wit Deceptacons, up 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 heart of where it all started Buck
camp representin' for all the dearly departed
Next we comin' to speak to the MC's
'Cuz the MC's, will win the breeze

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 bring them to court and serve

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 stop us, get rocked by the

See my forefront of soldiers to blow ya
Leave ya broke and ya body slumped over
The war is on and the is gettin' high
You kill 'em on if them shit 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 that ass for the cash
soon come keep the gun stash

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

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

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