Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

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

Pain, pain, pain,

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

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

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

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

But I'm unlike the rest, known to be the
Fast money, true wealth my eternal
I hustle all long, there ain't no gain in rest
12 gauge close range, on my chest

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 but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

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

in a money mode, seems like it should explode
Girlies on my jammie, got a overload
Young street messiah, liar
19 gotta Benz, 21 I'll

Crazy money, it ain't funny, suckers lovin' my
But there's some people at my door that didn't knock
force boomin', doggin' my crib out, can't shout
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, then out to the max
When they seem my money kickin' it in G stacks

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

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

Pain, pain, pain, pain,