Luyện nghe bài hát Pain I Feel

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

Verse
Comin with with the raw tech, like Gortex
get more plex, as they make their name off all fetch
and unrealistic, your neighbor crew you're ballistic
Your statistic ain't mistic, under that we know who is it
So stay busy, keep touring 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 stupid
You be trying to play us a groupie
With your rap you riff and raff I listen and laugh,
In town you down out of you get sent ass
And you know the pain...

(Chorus)