Luyện nghe bài hát Pain I Feel

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

Three:
Comin with with the raw tech, like Gortex
Rappers get more plex, as they make 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 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 better check for own survival
And feel the pain rappers talk a good Wayne but look stupid
You be trying to play us a groupie
With your rap staff you riff and I listen and laugh,
In you down out of town you get sent ass
And you don't the pain...

(Chorus)