Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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So thick you are, like the star
your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you down
Hands on the ground, against the wall
Tell me who call when 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 will be televised, haters getting genocide
23 and 43, Im my Margiela size
My niggas is fly, you over accessorize
Better not, its in my repertoire, ever high
I never lie, never tell a lie, I testify
Set aside dreams, Im a king ask Coretta
Two faced, fat ass, and a nice set of
weave, I need a umbrella ella ella ah

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

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 groupies doing it
However, whatever they on the box
Everybody spit, hide
Everybodies an (everbody not)
SOLOST, niggas talking dollars change
In a minute Imma lose my scrit
Well one, the full 98
fuck coach, Im cutthroat, so what goes?
Do you for the year they say might be the end?
Better look

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

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