Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

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

[shogun
This is war niggaz, a to the death
You make sure your swords sharp
And you got a lyin'
Cause, I strike for the
And stab them a deadly note
That pierces the
Those are the equally
Now you're
Another victim of the
A spinal to the cerebellum
So, go ahead, try to run in
I stand firm on my warrior stance
Ready to be-head you, you
Rid your body of a soul, make it an empty
Because, your ain't punctual
My actual or factual, why I verbally attack you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outro: *various 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" *gun
"...born man, born man"
"you feel pain, but I'm known, you can't 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