Luyện nghe bài hát Pain & Torture

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

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

But it ain't shit, niggas mumble about 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

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

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

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

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

I spend a buck at the dealer for suede ceilings
Lotta bodies drop of betrayed feelins'
What other rappers you made it and stay dealin'
Smart niggas just fell back and saved millions

These are pedestrian bars for the
Shoes is Italian, handgun
Open it up and see Kiss brought ya
Slick talk, and torture

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

One false will 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, pain and

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

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

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

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

One false move will cost ya, 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