Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

What, ("you feel pain..")
It's this, what, what
it out, yo

[shogun
is war niggaz, a duel to the death
You make sure your swords sharp
And you got a lyin'
Cause, I strike for the
And stab them with a note
That pierces the
Those are the grym
Now stunned
Another victim of the
A chop to the cerebellum
So, go ahead, try to run in
Cause I stand firm on my warrior
to be-head you, dead you
Rid your of a soul, make it an empty vessel
Because, your rhymes punctual
My or factual, that's why I verbally attack you

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, check this
Thousand dollar line for line paragraph ruckus
Towards y'all, motherfuckin analog niggaz
Tryin' to come the mist of my digital shit
You get flipped on, snapped on your bone
And a spike, cause I don't like snake niggaz in my
Cause, I'm so agile and so to pull
My razorblade sharp out the case
And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another with
No traces left behind, the body was laid out
For the to figure out
That it was one swing from the
decapitated his head from his shoulders

"you can't me"
"get out of my head"

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

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

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

[killa
Yo, I'm like a landmine, schemin' on
Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the with their hands high
For now I sounds of the coliseum down
round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown
Light brown, deck down
wide as I recite, beamin' the mic
With satellites, tri-state
To right, fleein' the scene
Team fights with the livest
So, killarm, strike your of silence
Live degrees, well eatin' them off
That's the reason why your fell off
You popped corns wanna be war
Once, the war's on, and al won the last of red dawn
Open mic session, you
a party up, somethin terrible
The pain that my niggaz bring is unbearable
Yo, I'm tellin' you...it's da

Outro: *various over samples*

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