Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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So thick you are, shining like the
With your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you
on the ground, back against the wall
Tell me who youd call when no one else

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,

The future will be televised, haters genocide
23 and 43, Im my Margiela size
My niggas is fly, you over accessorize
Better not, its in my repertoire, forever high
I never lie, tell a lie, I would testify
Set aside dreams, Im a ask Coretta Scott
Two faced, fat ass, and a nice set of
Rihanna weave, I a umbrella ella ella ah

Everybody me, hit, still aint got no cash
Bitch, get glass quick, post my bad habits
you and your Instagram, match a gram
Royal blue folls, head in the red Lambo
Media me out, TMZ all in the VIP
Im hard in my new concrete
Too much if you ask me
Almost fucked fame, but she came money

I got two bad bitches, haters take em from me

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,

Tryina get on in this industry , acting like birthday
Breaking down cocaine the EBT
male groupies doing it
However, whatever they on the box
Everybody spit, hide
Everybodies an (everbody not)
SOLOST, talking dollars getting change
In a minute lose my crew scrit
Well one, give the 98
Like coach, Im cutthroat, so what goes?
Do you head for the year they say might be the
Better look

Glisten the glamors, we for the cameras
Ghetto niggas with me, they pose the hammers
girls with me, pink toes in the sandals
No laundry, get your nose out my Hamper
Clothes in my hamper, that bathing ape
Brands from japan, you would I was a samurai
Drop-crotch, jeremy scott pants, bitch its hammer
Getting dirty money but I my hand sanitized
Life is you need, wont you take a Z ? Feel the breeze
Smoke the Sour Deeze, hit that shit and act at ease
Wouldnt you wanna be the Black Eyed Peas, all these 3s
Star, Hollywood, wont you rest in peace?

So you are, shining like the star
With your in the clouds, some fighters shoot you down
on the ground, back against the wall
Tell me who youd call when no one around