Luyện nghe bài hát Pain I Feel

We'd to dedicate this particular tune
to all to all to all the hell of ya wherever

(Sample from Channel Mad Izm)
Cause there's all these weak rappers steady hits, fuck that!

One:
I drop like kerotene, everytime I speak out
Rappers freak out, but stick their necks too deep out
And touch the live wire, live like from gaya inner
Jim Jones you got mad reason to be afraid
You ain't ready, rhymes are petty, never
a miracle they need to reign as they?
To get blessed, East vs. West, we never on
Cause the rugged format you can't get from you're born at
So learn this, to burn this, you gotta earn this with your rap be the firmest,
Forget about your of epidermis
For advantages, there's bandages, your language is
You be in like that Blahzay triangle is
The Blah being mind
Not the fatigue jewels glarin rapper, you used to seein
Absestos lessions to make impressions
The P's come and on the real I'm mad excited I got my deal but still...

(Sample from Main Source: Looking At The Front Door) You don't know the I feel
(Channel Live) Cause there's all these weak rappers making hits, fuck that!
Cuz cuz cuz you know the pain I feel
Cause there's all weak rappers steady making hits
You don't know the pain I
Cause there's all these weak rappers steady hits, fuck that!
Cuz cuz cuz you, cuz, cuz you don't the pain I feel
Cause all these weak, rappers, steady making hits

Verse
Now everybody lamp go ahead get for your camp
Without no harmony your would have never been the champ
And let me mention, no racial tension the way the goes
I flows bros, PF flows with papa chulos
We combine cluster, you muster break your ligaments
Building my predicaments, living with the
See special blow your vest or do it
That's blurro, my referral don't try to rally up borough
Just warm, stay calm if you don't got steel in your you'll peel me,
I'm top rank I got more lines than the Yanks
form, on screamin on MC's
Running around only bonded by smoking trees
Chronic, my tonic make you vomit for up
Bringin the drama, be blank comma comma
Read it, get weeded, then conceeded
But you don't know the pain, so how you feed it to me

(Chorus)

Three:
Comin with with the raw tech, strong Gortex
Rappers get more plex, as they make their name off all
and unrealistic, your neighbor know you're ballistic
statistic ain't mistic, under that talk we know who is it
So busy, keep touring Your hood is roaring,
it's not a place for pussycats to be
Your lock it, you bandwagon just to start a rival
Without skills you better check for your own
And feel the pain rappers talk a good John Wayne but look
You be to play us like a groupie
With your rap staff you riff and I listen and laugh,
In town you down out of town you get ass
And you don't the pain...

(Chorus)