Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

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

[shogun
is war niggaz, a duel to the death
You better sure your swords sharp
And you got a heart
Cause, I for the throat
And stab with a deadly note
That the eardrums
Those are the equally
Now you're
Another victim of the
A chop 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, it an empty vessel
Because, your rhymes punctual
My actual or factual, why I verbally attack you

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, check this
Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin'
Towards y'all, motherfuckin analog niggaz
Tryin' to into the mist of my digital shit
You get flipped on, snapped on your bone
And a spike, cause I don't like niggaz in my eyesight
Cause, I'm so agile and so to pull
My sharp sword out the case
And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another place
No traces left behind, the body was laid out
For the to figure out
That it was one swing from the
That decapitated his head from his

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

9]
Yo, we're holdin' straps of to make gunmen retire
Or pisteens slugs that penitrated entire
Physical, that left critical
Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin nine digable
With the to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned
All the selfish will be dealt with by the
M-m stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman
Which chop off your head if you don't accordin
I sincerely love allah's mathmatics, fabrics
I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black
em off to a shot at your motherfuckin attic

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

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

sin]
Yo, I'm a landmine, schemin' 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, clowns like a nightgown
brown, deck them down
Eyes wide as I recite, the mic
With satellites, tri-state
To travel right, the scene
fights with the livest mc's
So, killarm, strike moment of silence
Live degrees, well you're them off
That's the reason why legion fell off
You corns wanna be war pawns
Once, the on, and al pachino won the last of red dawn
mic session, bury you
Spark a party up, terrible
The pain that my bring forth is unbearable
Yo, I'm tellin' you...it's da

Outro: *various talk over

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