Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

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 be televised, haters getting genocide
23 and 43, Im my Margiela size
My niggas is hella fly, you accessorize
Better not, its in my repertoire, ever high
I never lie, tell a lie, I would testify
Set dreams, Im a king ask Coretta Scott
Two faced, fat ass, and a set of thighs
Rihanna weave, I a umbrella ella ella ah

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

I got two bad bitches, haters wanna take em 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 your birthday
down cocaine with the EBT
These male groupies it
However, they seeing on the box
Everybody spit, hide
Everybodies an (everbody not)
SOLOST, niggas talking dollars change
In a Imma lose my crew scrit
Well one, give the 98
Like fuck coach, Im cutthroat, so what
Do you head for the year they say be the end?
Better look

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

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