Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I couldn't help but your pain
(My pain?)
It runs deep, it with me
They'll never take me
I'm high with my four-five

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

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

Smokin' weed helped me take the pain
So I'm
Rollin' down the freeway swervin', worry

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

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

Got my mind on
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 of the 12 gage
My memories of a
Mind full of sick

And I ain't back to court
So fuck you thought
I'm Hennessey
Runnin' from my

I live to be 23
There's so much

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

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

And livin' trifled on the
out competitors
See them take a move and take down
a fuckin' predator

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

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

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

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

Get if you front tha the Birdman
You heard,
Catch a couple shots tha glock in my hand
Damn, some realistic with my biscuit

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

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

Oh, oh

They got me like I'm
Loc'ed and to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' on
I scared to blast on these suckas
If they me trust

I got my glock cocked if they press me
some motherfuckers with a passion
Better 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blasting

I'm a nut and drinkin'
And gettin' high on tha for my enemies
Don't wanna die, me why?
'Cause this is gettin' major
A buck across my face with my razor

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

Steady thuggin' in the streets and be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you
Keep swingin' at these suckas you buried
I was born to raise hell, a from the gutta
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 livin' this
I know you me there's so much pain

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