Luyện nghe bài hát Pain I Feel

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

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

Verse
I clarity like kerotene, everytime I speak out
Rappers freak out, but never stick their too deep out
And touch the live wire, gettin like from gaya inner
Jim Jones kool-aid you got mad to be afraid
You ain't ready, are petty, never lyrical
It's a miracle they need to as they?
To get blessed, East vs. West, we never on
Cause the rugged format you can't get where you're born at
So learn this, to this, you gotta earn this with your rap style be the firmest,
Forget about color of epidermis
For advantages, bandages, whatever your language is
You be in like that Blahzay triangle is
The Blah being freein
Not the fatigue wearin jewels glarin rapper, you to seein
study lessions to make impressions
The P's come and squeal on the real I'm mad 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 there's all these weak steady making hits, fuck that!
Cuz cuz cuz you don't know the I feel
Cause there's all these rappers steady making hits
You know the pain I feel
Cause there's all these rappers steady making hits, fuck that!
Cuz cuz cuz you, cuz, cuz you know the pain I feel
Cause all these weak, rappers, steady making hits

Two:
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 tension the way the goes
I flows bros, PF flows with papa chulos
We combine cluster, you can't muster break ligaments
Building my predicaments, with the immigrants
See special blow your or do it thorough
That's blurro, my referral try to rally up your 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 only bonded by smoking
Chronic, my tonic make you for teamin up
Bringin the drama, be blank comma blank
Read it, singers get weeded, conceeded
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 their name off all fetch
and unrealistic, neighbor crew know you're ballistic
Your statistic ain't mistic, under talk we know who is it
So stay busy, touring Your hood is roaring,
it's not a place for to be exploring
Your plan lock it, you just to start a rival
Without skills you better check for own survival
And feel the pain talk a good John Wayne but look stupid
You be trying to play us like a
With your rap staff you and raff I listen and laugh,
In town you out of town you get sent ass
And you know the pain...

(Chorus)