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 swords sharp
And you got a heart
Cause, I for the throat
And stab them a deadly note
pierces the eardrums
Those are the grym
Now stunned
victim of the shogun
A spinal chop to the
So, go ahead, try to run in
Cause I stand firm on my warrior
to be-head you, dead you
Rid your of a soul, make it an empty vessel
Because, your rhymes ain't
My actual or factual, that's why I attack you

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, check this
Thousand dollar line for line paragraph ruckus
Towards y'all, motherfuckin analog niggaz
Tryin' to come into the of my digital shit
You get flipped on, snapped on your 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, disgrace to another place with
No left behind, where the body was laid out
For the coroners to out
That it was one swing the guillotine
That decapitated his head his shoulders

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

9]
Yo, we're holdin' straps of to make gunmen retire
Or pisteens slugs that penitrated your
Physical, left niggaz critical
Killarmy the black son to make all 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 for marksman, regard the last swordsman
Which chop off head if you don't live 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 mostly buck whilin'" - islord sample
"get out of my head" - movie
"soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - sin sample

[9th
Yo, I'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like forces
Seven horsemen, wu-ninjas move across coarse
I murder wit my bare hands
It's darkness in the
We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty like frave
My has an infer-red, as an eagle
Loitor lag, blast the brains out of apple heads
I leave mc's and on twists at deathbeds
Underworld statis, the knight like latice
Destroy the train, my domain is built like alactics
Beretta 9 the killin'
assason is that nigga who chases you in your dreams
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 niggaz is badly

sin]
Yo, I'm like a landmine, on air-time
Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the with their hands high
For now I amplify sounds of the coliseum
round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown
Light brown, them down
Eyes as I recite, beamin' the mic
With satellites, tri-state
To travel right, the scene
Team with the livest mc's
So, killarm, strike your moment of
Live degrees, well you're them off
That's the reason why your fell off
You popped corns wanna be war
Once, the war's on, and al pachino won the last of red
Open mic session, you
Spark a party up, 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, killarm's man"
"you feel pain, but I'm known, you can't here me"
"get out of my head"
"you feel some pain, but I'm known, you here me"
"get out of my head" *gun