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

[shogun
This is war niggaz, a to the death
You better make sure your swords
And you got a lyin'
Cause, I for the throat
And stab them with a note
That pierces the
Those are the grym
Now you're
Another victim of the
A spinal chop to the
So, go ahead, try to run in
Cause I stand firm on my stance
Ready to you, dead you
Rid your body of a soul, it an empty vessel
Because, your rhymes ain't
My actual or factual, why I verbally attack you

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check
dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus
Towards y'all, motherfuckin analog niggaz
Tryin' to come into the of my digital shit
You get flipped on, snapped on collar bone
And a spike, cause I don't like niggaz in my eyesight
Cause, I'm so agile and so quick to
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 swing the guillotine
That decapitated his head his shoulders

"you can't me"
"get out of my head"

9]
Yo, we're straps of fire to make gunmen retire
Or slugs that penitrated your entire
Physical, left niggaz critical
Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin planets digable
the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned
All the will be dealt with by the nine
M-m which for marksman, regard the last swordsman
Which chop off your head if you don't live
I sincerely allah's mathmatics, camouflage fabrics
I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black
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 men" - killa sin sample
"killarmy mostly buck whilin'" - islord sample
"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
Seven horsemen, move across coarse sands
I murder wit my bare hands
It's in the wu-caves
We crusades, salute grenades, the sixty ways like frave
My has an infer-red, as an eagle
Loitor will lag, blast the out of apple heads
I leave mc's and dj's on twists at
Underworld statis, the knight like latice
Destroy the midnight train, my domain is like alactics
9 the killin' machine
Shogun assason is that nigga who chases you in your
Killa sin will kill again with the same
The thief of bagdad could your life
Pr terrorist and prince moves the middle-east region
It's razorblade season, so all you putty-faced niggaz is badly

[killa
Yo, I'm like a landmine, on air-time
Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd their hands high
For now I sounds of the coliseum down
First round, face down, lace like a nightgown
Light brown, deck down
Eyes wide as I recite, the mic
With satellites, cream
To travel right, fleein' the
fights with the livest mc's
So, killarm, strike your of silence
Live degrees, well you're eatin' off
the reason why your legion fell off
You corns wanna be war pawns
Once, the war's on, and al pachino won the of red dawn
Open mic session, you
Spark a party up, somethin
The pain that my niggaz bring is unbearable
Yo, I'm you...it's da fuck

Outro: *various over samples*

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