Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I help but notice your pain
(My pain?)
It runs deep, share it me
They'll never take me
I'm high with my four-five

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

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

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

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

I had to my fuckin' family
What else I do but be a thug
Out with the homies
Fuck with them phonies in the club

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

He was so
But a victim of the 12 gage
My memories of a
Mind full of thoughts

And I ain't goin' back to
So what you thought
I'm drinkin'
Runnin' my enemies

Will I to be 23
There's so pain

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

Years and years of that life
Runnin' crazed and as a kid
And growin' tough with a

And livin' trifled on the
Bokin' out
See them take a and take them down
Like a predator

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

(For my of grimiest)
love 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 started coke
And now I'm tha one that's lovely
Pop the drop top and all tha want ta rub me

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

Get if you front tha the Birdman
You heard,
Catch a couple from 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 major 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, so much pain

Oh, oh

They got me like I'm
Loc'ed and ready to get my on
I my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these
If they me trust

I got my glock ready if they press me
some motherfuckers with a passion
Better duck 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, tell me
'Cause stress is gettin' major
A buck fist across my face with my

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

Steady in the streets and I'll be ballin' loc
let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a from the gutta
With a on drugs

I'm kickin' up, ready ta bust
I'm on the scene steady mean
Until they me, I'll be livin' this life
I know you feel me so much pain

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