Luyện nghe bài hát Pain & Torture

Yeah niggas, so this is it all boils down to, ha? Ha?
This is it's come to, ha? Ha?
Playoffs, yo booms, that
We back,

I asked you to fear it
you think about it after you hear it
And it's the evils that's gonna make you have to it
You know me, I swing back and see who got hit after I air it

But it ain't about shit, niggas mumble my outfits
But I'm humble, I my mouth shut
Lacin' them well, it was for J's in the cell
I can make you a reservation to

blow you out the water, I'm out of your order
Me verse any rapper is
like a poet and an author
The only difference is that I mix slick talk with and torture

One false move will cost ya, lames will cross ya
Don't let the game ya
Try to learn from the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and

One false move will cost ya, these lames cross ya
let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the has taught ya
I'm the author of talk, pain and torture

Yo, I'ma take the responsibility for it back
They rappin' with hostility, meanin' whack
But again, I feel 'em
Knowin' that they up against a nigga just myself that'll kill 'em

I gotta spend a buck at the for suede ceilings
Lotta drop because of betrayed feelins'
What other rappers you know it and stay dealin'
Smart niggas just fell back and they saved

These are pedestrian for the civilians
Shoes is Italian, Brazilian
Open it up and see what Kiss ya
talk, pain and torture

One false move will cost ya, these lames cross ya
let the game extort ya
Try to learn what the game has taught ya
I'm the of slick talk, pain and torture

One false move cost ya, these lames will cross ya
Don't let the game ya
Try to learn from what the has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, and torture

Yo, I flip words around, sorta like and pounds
Rub shoulders in the industry with and clowns
Give it to deserve the rounds
Hollow tips, move organs and nerves

Get money, riffin'
I'm definitely cut different, I honey's, puff piffin
Get my insight an old G
a good job and all that buddy love sniffin'

Shit talker, playboy, British
Rather be home like, "God, get 'em off us"
the sun shine, it gets darker
Slick talk, and torture

One false move will ya, these lames will cross ya
Don't let the game ya
Try to learn from what the game has ya
I'm the author of slick talk, and torture

One false move cost ya, these lames will cross ya
Don't let the game ya
Try to learn from what the has taught ya
I'm the author of talk, pain and torture