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

[shogun
This is war niggaz, a to the death
You better make your swords sharp
And you got a lyin'
Cause, I for the throat
And them with a deadly note
pierces the eardrums
Those are the grym
Now you're
victim of the shogun
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 body 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, aiyyo check
Thousand dollar line for line paragraph ruckus
y'all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz
Tryin' to come into the mist of my shit
You get flipped on, snapped on your bone
And a spike, cause I like snake niggaz in my eyesight
Cause, I'm so and so quick to pull
My razorblade sword out the case
And chop your face, y'all 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 decapitated his 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 that your entire
Physical, left niggaz critical
Killarmy the black son to all fuckin nine planets digable
With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds
All the selfish will be dealt by the nine
M-m which stands for marksman, regard the last
Which chop off your head if you don't live
I sincerely allah's mathmatics, camouflage fabrics
I got a revolver, automatics, the black asaitic
em off to a shot at your motherfuckin attic

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

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

[killa
Yo, I'm like a landmine, schemin' on
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, them down
Eyes wide as I recite, the mic
With satellites, cream
To right, fleein' the scene
fights with the livest mc's
So, killarm, strike your moment of
Live degrees, well you're eatin' 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
Open mic session, you
Spark a up, somethin terrible
The pain that my niggaz bring forth is
Yo, I'm you...it's da fuck

Outro: talk over samples*

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