Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I help but notice your pain
(My pain?)
It deep, share it with me
They'll take me alive
I'm gettin' with my four-five

Cocked on suckas, time ta die
as a youngster
Causin' on tha back of the bus

I was a fool all high school
up dust
But now, I'm labeled as a trouble
Who can you

Smokin' weed helped me take away the
So I'm
Rollin' the freeway swervin', don't worry

I'm to crash up on the curb
'Cause my blurry
Maybe if they tried to me
should I do?

I had to feed my fuckin'
What else could I do but be a
Out slangin' with the
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the

Got my on danger
Never a stranger ta homicide
My cities full of gang bangers and
Why do we die at an age?

He was so
But still a victim of the 12
My of a corpse
Mind full of thoughts

And I goin' back to court
So fuck you thought
I'm drinkin'
Runnin' from my

Will I to be 23
so much pain

Oh, tired of tha strain and tha
Oh, tired of tha and tha pain

Years and years of rough life
Runnin' crazed and as a kid
And growin' tough a knife

And trifled on the regular
out competitors
See take a move and take them down
Like a fuckin'

Get in trouble in school, act a fool
And you know I had to every rule
Showin' off for the bitches I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back it was time to step

(For my of grimiest)
love for me, pop, pop, pop
And send a up above for me
And yo come and seek but I didn't cry

and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now I'm tha one that's lookin'
Pop the top and all tha bitches want ta rub me

Kick 'em, the game, all the same
I kick it back, yo, 'em slack, yo
And now, label me tha mack, yo
check it

Get disrespected if you front tha the
You heard,
Catch a couple shots from tha glock in my
Damn, release some realistic my biscuit

You know, you get ass twisted so run for cover
Me and my man got a kickin' major dust
So if on, nigga, look for the gage to bust
A lot of pressure with the street

a deep game and my mama always cryin'
Yo, there's so much

Oh, oh

got me mobbin' like I'm
Loc'ed and to get my slug on
I my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on suckas
If they test me

I got my glock ready if they press me
Bust some motherfuckers a passion
Better duck 'cause I ain't when I'm blasting

I'm a nut and Hennessey
And gettin' high on tha lookout for my
Don't die, tell me why?
'Cause stress is gettin' major
A buck fist my face with my razor

What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and
Keep my brain on tha game and head strong
These sorry want to kill me in my sleep
But will Can I see and everyday it just a struggle

Steady in the streets and I'll be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you
Keep swingin' at suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the
a motha on drugs

I'm dust up, ready ta bust
I'm on the steady muggin' mean
Until they kill me, I'll be this life
I you feel me there's so much pain

Oh, tired of tha strain and tha
Oh, tired of tha strain and tha
Oh, tired of tha and tha pain
Oh, tired of tha and tha pain, oh