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 some pain..")
It's like this, what,
it out, yo

[shogun
is war niggaz, a duel to the death
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 you're
victim of the shogun
A spinal chop to the
So, go ahead, try to run in
I stand firm on my warrior stance
Ready to you, dead you
Rid your body of a soul, it an empty vessel
Because, your rhymes ain't
My actual or factual, that's why I attack you

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, check this
dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus
Towards y'all, weak motherfuckin niggaz
Tryin' to come into the mist of my shit
You get on, snapped on your collar bone
And a spike, cause I don't like snake niggaz in my
Cause, I'm so agile and so quick to
My razorblade sword out the case
And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another with
No left behind, where the body was laid out
For the coroners to out
That it was one from the guillotine
decapitated his head from his shoulders

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

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

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

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

[killa
Yo, I'm like a landmine, on air-time
Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd with their high
For now I amplify sounds of the coliseum
First round, face down, clowns like a nightgown
Light brown, deck down
Eyes wide as I recite, the mic
satellites, tri-state cream
To travel right, the scene
fights with the livest mc's
So, killarm, your moment of silence
Live degrees, you're eatin' them off
That's the reason why legion fell off
You popped wanna be war pawns
Once, the war's on, and al pachino won the last of red
Open mic session, you
a party up, somethin terrible
The pain my niggaz bring forth is unbearable
Yo, I'm you...it's da fuck

Outro: talk over samples*

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