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, back 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 will 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, forever 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
weave, I need a umbrella ella ella ah

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

I got two bad bitches, wanna 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,

get on in this industry , acting like your birthday
Breaking down with the EBT
These groupies doing it
However, whatever seeing on the box
spit, everybody hide
Everybodies an (everbody not)
SOLOST, niggas talking getting change
In a minute Imma my crew scrit
one, give the full 98
Like fuck coach, Im cutthroat, so goes?
Do you head for the year they say might be the
look within

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

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