Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

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

[shogun
This is war niggaz, a duel to the
You better make sure your sharp
And you got a heart
Cause, I strike for the
And stab with a deadly note
That the eardrums
Those are the equally
Now you're
victim of the shogun
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 rhymes ain't
My or factual, that's why I verbally attack you

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

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

9]
Yo, we're holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen
Or pisteens slugs that your entire
Physical, that left niggaz
Killarmy the son to make all fuckin nine planets digable
With the to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned
All the will be dealt with by the nine
M-m which stands for marksman, regard the swordsman
Which chop off your head if you live accordin
I sincerely allah's mathmatics, camouflage fabrics
I got a revolver, automatics, the black asaitic
Lick em off to a at your motherfuckin attic

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

[9th
Yo, I'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like state
Seven horsemen, move across coarse sands
I murder wit my bare hands
It's darkness in the
We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty ways like
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 knight like latice
Destroy the train, my domain is built like alactics
Beretta 9 the machine
Shogun assason is that nigga who chases you in your
Killa sin will kill again with the same
The thief of bagdad steal your life
Pr terrorist and prince sadaam moves the region
It's razorblade season, so all you putty-faced is badly bleedin

[killa
Yo, I'm like a landmine, schemin' on
Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd with hands high
For now I amplify sounds of the coliseum
First round, face down, lace clowns like a
Light brown, deck down
wide as I recite, beamin' the mic
With satellites, tri-state
To right, fleein' the scene
Team with the livest mc's
So, killarm, strike your of silence
Live degrees, well eatin' them off
the reason 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 party up, somethin
The pain that my niggaz bring forth is
Yo, I'm tellin' you...it's da

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