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

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

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check
dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus
Towards y'all, motherfuckin analog niggaz
to come into the mist of my digital shit
You get flipped on, snapped on collar bone
And a spike, cause I don't like snake in my eyesight
Cause, I'm so agile and so quick to
My razorblade sharp sword out the
And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another with
No traces left behind, the body was laid out
For the to figure out
That it was one swing from the
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 penitrated entire
Physical, that left critical
Killarmy the black son to make all nine planets digable
With the science to control ninety-nine, all minds alligned
All the selfish will be with by the nine
M-m which stands for marksman, regard the last
Which chop off your if you don't live accordin
I sincerely love mathmatics, camouflage fabrics
I got a revolver, automatics, the black asaitic
Lick em off to a shot at your motherfuckin

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

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

[killa
Yo, I'm like a landmine, on air-time
Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd with hands high
For now I amplify of the coliseum down
First round, face down, lace like a nightgown
Light brown, deck them
Eyes as I recite, beamin' the mic
With satellites, tri-state
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 corns wanna be war pawns
Once, the war's on, and al pachino won the last of red
mic session, bury you
Spark a up, somethin terrible
The pain that my niggaz bring is unbearable
Yo, I'm tellin' you...it's da

*various talk over samples*

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