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

Verse
I drop clarity like kerotene, everytime I out
Rappers freak out, but never stick their necks too out
And touch the live wire, gettin live from gaya inner
Jim kool-aid you got mad reason to be afraid
You ready, rhymes are petty, never lyrical
It's a miracle need to reign as they?
To get blessed, East vs. West, we never on
Cause the rugged you can't get from where you're born at
So learn this, to burn this, you gotta earn this with rap style be the firmest,
Forget about your color of
For advantages, there's bandages, your language is
You be in Danger that Blahzay triangle is
The being mind freein
Not the fatigue wearin glarin rapper, you used to seein
Absestos study to make impressions
The P's come and squeal on the I'm mad excited I got my deal but still...

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

Two:
Now everybody lamp go get amped for your camp
Without no harmony your Normandy would have never been the
And let me mention, no tension the way the rule goes
I flows with bros, PF flows with chulos
We combine cluster, you can't break your ligaments
Building my predicaments, with the immigrants
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 palm you'll 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 make you vomit for teamin up
Bringin the drama, be blank comma 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 like
Rappers get more plex, as they make name off all fetch
and unrealistic, your neighbor know you're ballistic
Your statistic ain't mistic, that talk we know who is it
So busy, keep touring Your hood is roaring,
it's not a for pussycats to be exploring
plan lock it, you bandwagon just to start a rival
Without skills you check for your own survival
And feel the pain talk a good John Wayne but look stupid
You be to play us like a groupie
your rap staff you riff and raff I listen and laugh,
In town you down out of town you get ass
And you know the pain...

(Chorus)