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..")
like this, what, what
it out, yo

[shogun
This is war niggaz, a duel to the
You better make sure your swords
And you got a lyin'
Cause, I for the throat
And stab them with a deadly
That the eardrums
Those are the grym
Now you're
victim of the shogun
A spinal to the cerebellum
So, go ahead, try to run in
Cause I stand on my warrior stance
to be-head you, dead you
Rid your of a soul, make it an empty vessel
Because, your rhymes ain't
My or factual, that's why I verbally attack you

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, check this
Thousand line for line paragraph causin' ruckus
y'all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz
Tryin' to come the mist of my digital shit
You get flipped on, on your collar bone
And a spike, cause I don't snake niggaz in my eyesight
Cause, I'm so and so quick to pull
My razorblade sharp sword out the
And chop your face, y'all to another place with
No traces left behind, where the was laid out
For the coroners to out
That it was one swing the guillotine
That decapitated his 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, that niggaz critical
Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin planets digable
With the to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned
All the selfish will be with by the nine
M-m which for marksman, regard the last swordsman
Which chop off your head if you don't accordin
I sincerely love allah's mathmatics, camouflage
I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the asaitic
Lick em off to a shot at your attic

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

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

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

*various talk over samples*

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