Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I help but notice your pain
(My pain?)
It runs deep, it with me
never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my

Cocked on these suckas, 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 as a trouble maker
Who can you

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

I'm about to up on the curb
'Cause my vision's
if they tried to understand me
What I do?

I had to feed my fuckin'
What could 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 bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an age?

He was so
But still a victim of the 12
My memories of a
Mind of sick thoughts

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

I live to be 23
There's so much

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

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

And livin' trifled on the
Bokin' out
See them take a move and take them
Like a fuckin'

Get in trouble everyday in school, act a
And you know I had to break 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 chuckle up for me
And yo come and [unverified] but I didn't cry

Broke and head off with the pack and sellin' coke
And now I'm tha one lookin' lovely
Pop the top and all tha bitches 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
People it

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

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

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

Oh, oh

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

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

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

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

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

I'm kickin' dust up, ta bust
I'm on the scene steady 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, of tha strain and tha pain
Oh, of tha strain and tha pain
Oh, tired of tha and tha pain, oh