Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

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

I was a fool all through 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 tried to understand me
should I do?

I had to feed my family
What could I do but be a thug
Out slangin' with the
Fuck with them phonies in the club

Got my mind on
Never been a stranger ta
My cities of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an age?

He was so
But still a of the 12 gage
My of a corpse
Mind full of sick

And I ain't goin' to court
So fuck you thought
I'm Hennessey
Runnin' my enemies

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 that rough
Runnin' and wild as a kid
And growin' tough a knife

And trifled on the regular
Bokin' out
See them take a move and them down
a fuckin' predator

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

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

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

'em, the game, it's 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 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 kickin' major dust
So if on, nigga, look for the gage to bust
A lot of with the street fame

It's a game and my mama always cryin'
Yo, so much pain

Oh, oh

They got me mobbin' I'm
and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these
If they test me

I got my glock cocked ready if press me
Bust some with a passion
Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin' I'm blasting

I'm a nut and drinkin'
And gettin' high on tha for my enemies
wanna die, tell me why?
'Cause this stress is major
A buck fist across my face my razor

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

Steady thuggin' in the streets and be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em you worry
Keep at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga the gutta
With a motha on

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

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