Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

"you some pain, but I'm known, you can't here me"
"get out of my head" *gun

What, ("you feel pain..")
like this, what, what
it out, yo

[shogun
This is war niggaz, a duel to the
You better make your swords sharp
And you got a heart
Cause, I for the throat
And stab with a deadly note
pierces the eardrums
Those are the equally
Now stunned
Another victim of the
A spinal chop to the
So, go ahead, try to run in
Cause I stand on my warrior stance
Ready to be-head you, you
Rid body of a soul, make it an empty vessel
Because, your rhymes ain't
My actual or factual, why I verbally attack you

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check
Thousand dollar line for paragraph causin' ruckus
Towards y'all, motherfuckin analog niggaz
Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital
You get flipped on, on your collar bone
And a spike, cause I like snake niggaz in my eyesight
Cause, I'm so and so quick to pull
My razorblade sharp sword out the
And chop your face, disgrace to another place with
No traces behind, where the body was laid out
For the to figure out
That it was one from the guillotine
That his head from his shoulders

"you here me"
"get out of my head"

9]
Yo, we're holdin' of fire to make gunmen retire
Or pisteens slugs penitrated your entire
Physical, that left critical
Killarmy the black son to all fuckin nine planets digable
With the to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned
All the selfish will be with by the nine
M-m which for marksman, regard the last swordsman
Which chop off head if you don't live accordin
I sincerely love mathmatics, camouflage fabrics
I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the asaitic
Lick em off to a at your motherfuckin attic

"soldiers the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample
"killarmy profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - islord
"soldiers combine the seven men" - killa sin sample
"killarmy mostly buck whilin'" - islord sample
"get out of my head" - sample
"soldiers combine the sacred men" - killa sin sample

[9th
Yo, I'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like forces
Seven horsemen, wu-ninjas move across sands
I murder niggaz wit my bare
darkness in the wu-caves
We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty ways like
My has an infer-red, as an eagle
Loitor will lag, blast the out of apple heads
I mc's and dj's on twists at deathbeds
Underworld statis, the knight like latice
Destroy the midnight train, my is built like alactics
9 the killin' machine
Shogun assason is nigga who chases you in your dreams
Killa sin kill again with the same knife
The thief of could steal your life
Pr terrorist and prince sadaam the middle-east region
It's razorblade season, so all you putty-faced is badly bleedin

[killa
Yo, I'm like a landmine, on air-time
Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd with hands high
For now I amplify sounds of the coliseum
round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown
Light brown, them down
Eyes as I recite, beamin' the mic
With satellites, cream
To right, fleein' the scene
Team fights with the livest
So, killarm, your moment of silence
Live degrees, you're eatin' them off
That's the why your legion fell off
You popped corns be war pawns
Once, the on, and al pachino won the last of red dawn
mic session, bury you
Spark a up, somethin terrible
The pain that my niggaz bring is unbearable
Yo, I'm tellin' you...it's da

Outro: *various over samples*

"arm make them, born man"
"you feel some pain, but I'm known, you here me"
"get out of my head" *gun
"...born man, killarm's man"
"you feel pain, but I'm known, you can't here me"
"get out of my head"
"you feel some pain, but I'm known, you can't me"
"get out of my head" *gun