Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

(Verse)
Sittin in hell's den, watchin like a show on
Shot him in cold blood like he was beaten with a arm
He ain't really deserved it but that's and that must go on
Prayin we get it right, knowin that we gon go wrong
It ain't no of being real when everybody jokin
Niggas hit the corner with cheese, man everybody's
Probably to numb the pain from a deeper wound
Sick of singing blues so moved into a deeper tune
15 for the striped, he ain't shit
He bout that firework, self-employed, how he like this
Realizing if he get caught he gon be and hit
Plus he told DA — "fuck a statement", he ain't writin shit
Look nigga nuts, hangin like tighters
Devil got the key and I bet he just waitin to us
It's all the same, where I'm from tell em it's up
But niggas they life for disrespect niggas so this luck

(Verse)
I say he used to be the man now he for a gram
2$ ass nigga, lend a helping hand
Yea it to be good, he had to work for the jug
He turned his back on his niggas and went and on the hood
That statement he can't back, regret that he made that
Sat down in trial and that tape, they played that
Eye contact now but I used to up to him
I used to wanna be just him, now I just inspite him
Mission ain't condoned even to my kin
I'm getting now and I was getting money then
She still off, ain't nothing born in the hood
Sin City money man, I'm foreigns through the hood
Times changed, BG's now OG's
Used to be 25, damn 44 the key
Better out look at life, better how to cook the white
to the heart, hard niggas turning soft

(Verse)
My lil nigga lost his twin and I he hurt
Cast a dark cloud over the old
wouldn't even let him out to go and pay his respect
Last month I've seen a good nigga get put to
do my best to hold back the tears
Cus if you up in Oakland you livin in fear
Nigga we the homicide record every year
I don't know you lookin for but love don't live here
It's crack babies sellin crack here
lil niggas is strapped so hear me loud and clear
Ain't nothing but dope fiends, bums and
You ain't got a gun, run when them niggas come
to God I wake up every morning, get to see the sun
My niggas is dyin, money by the tons
I'm tryna smoke away the but I'm killin my lungs
My brother gone now so me to his son