Luyện nghe bài hát Pain I Feel

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

(Sample Channel Live: Mad Izm)
Cause there's all weak rappers steady making hits, fuck that!

One:
I drop clarity kerotene, everytime I speak out
Rappers freak out, but never stick their necks too out
And touch the live wire, live like from gaya inner
Jim Jones kool-aid you got mad reason to be
You ain't ready, are petty, never lyrical
It's a miracle need to reign as they?
To get blessed, East vs. West, we never on
the rugged format you can't get from where you're born at
So learn this, to burn this, you gotta earn this with your rap be the firmest,
Forget your color of epidermis
For advantages, there's bandages, your language is
You be in Danger that Blahzay triangle is
The being mind freein
Not the fatigue wearin jewels glarin rapper, you used to
study 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 the pain I feel
(Channel Live) Cause all these weak rappers steady making hits, fuck that!
Cuz cuz cuz you don't know the I feel
Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making
You don't the pain I feel
Cause there's all these weak rappers steady making hits, that!
Cuz cuz cuz you, cuz, cuz you don't know the I feel
Cause there's all these weak, rappers, making hits

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)