Luyện nghe bài hát Feel My Pain

As I sit an position
Am I cocky 'coz I only play my shit and to myself
Or am I strivin' for perfection? Answer
Ah, fuck it I'm cocky and I to perfect rap, nigga

And I roam streets
why my songs is deeper than death itself
I went from no food in the fridge to a on my shelf and I watch it
And ain't gotta give me that but keep ya hand out my pockets

'coz you makin' me nervous, it ain't worth it
We don't want no when I flip on purpose
'Coz we done seen so tragedies done
September 11th, 2001

Like, how could I forget, I lost my man pop in shit
Help me get a
I think, I'm it do
between life an death, I be confusin' the two

And sometimes, I don't a fuck if I live or die
But I think if I don't give a fuck about myself who else will, I'm

Guess, I was the wrong way
That's why, I walk around with the long
And done shed so many tears, I have left
Sometimes, I sat and prayed for

I feel like it's 11:45 a to 12
15 minutes to my days is over that's why it's hard to soba
So I drink in the rain and in the sun
And my own clouds not to think of the pain

Sometimes, I I'm goin' insane
I get mad and shout, God's name in
Forgive me for my sins, he got me laughin'
He got me back rappin' again now help me my friends

My the closest one to me
But if my gun could take the stand and tell, I'll be life in jail
judge, he made me do it
It ain't the gun, it's the nigga behind it that it, that's ruthless

You see, alot of niggaz, don't drag to shine
they wanna see drag locked up like my nigga Shyne
So you know what they try to do, leave a behind
You know what it is, they me

Motherfuckin' niggaz held me back for 3 fucking
And motherfuckin' niggaz left me for
Hopin' that the world would forget but you what?
They didn't forget, they me back

And now, I'm in the shape of my life
So now, I'm on some like fuck, y'all
All I give a fuck about is my niggaz and my niggaz
I'm on shit like

can suck these off
'Coz I don't need y'all to succeed y'all
I know, you like my word play
Like Nelly got country grammar 'er day

I can go cold and sell out shows
And make enough dough to get your feet choppin' not about your
For at me half steppin'
like gangsta shit and ain't have no weapon, nigga

Ah, I got the best flow, I be the in the Bronx
'Coz, I walk through the swamps
Strivin' through the alleys of death, recognize my destiny in
Even if it takes my last breath,

I walk in places where it could've my last step
But God got me out of it, I love Him and I'm of it
Now can you my pain
See what I see walk in my shoes and still gon' sane, nigga