Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

Deuce, revolver was my problem solver
Had a def girl, really didn't involve her
In the of a gangster, use to rob bankster
But now I'm locked up, I'm a punk low rankster

Jail cells me too damn well
Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal
No matter how I climbed, somehow I always fell
I guess a lot of got this story to tell
No matter how you roll, you simply cannot win
always fun in the beginning but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

Organized crimer, big trouble
In and out of institutions, since I was a minor
But now I'm on the bricks, in the mix
smarts searching hard for some new street tricks

I think I'll a gang, sling a little cane
Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a
sneakers, silk shirts, 24-7 work
Nine to five to survive, you gotta be a

I two grand a day, yet I was born to play
Who me at Micky It wouldn't work, no way
I'm a big money haver but not the last
For me infamy makes me no

Custody my dreams, nightmares of capture
of surveillance, phobia of cameras
My banks bigger but so are my
Past proved players live limited years

But I'm unlike the rest, to be the best
Fast money, true my eternal quest
I hustle all night long, ain't no gain in rest
12 gauge close range, bloods on my

I looked into his face, I he was my friend
My boy had me set up, this wound never mend
No matter who you trust, you cannot win
It's always fun in the beginning but it's in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

rope wearer, neighborhood terror
Can't hang around my mother 'cause she I scare her
Got a light sunburn from too much pool sittin'
Cordless phone keeps me on 'cause ain't no quittin'

Mind's in a mode, seems like it should explode
Girlies on my jammie, got a overload
street messiah, professional liar
19 Benz, 21 I'll retire

Crazy money, it ain't funny, suckers lovin' my
But there's some at my door that didn't even knock
Task force boomin', doggin' my crib out, can't
F.B.I. got a gun in my

me on the floor, called my girl a whore
Pulled ten G's out my and was lookin' for more
Cracked my safe with an axe, illed out to the max
When they seem my money kickin' it in twenty G

Booked me on ten counts, with bails of amounts
The charges like glue, some that I couldn't pronounce
They threw my ass the book, my life wa took
And then they gave my girl, ten years for hangin' out with a

She played the game herself, lane quick wealth
No respect for the law or the health
The of hustlers greed is not reserved for men
always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain, pain,