Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

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

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

weed helped 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 vision's
Maybe if they tried to me
What I do?

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

Got my on danger
been a stranger ta homicide
My cities of gang 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 full of thoughts

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

I live to be 23
There's so much

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

Years and years of that rough
crazed and wild as a kid
And growin' tough with a

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

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

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

Broke and 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

'em, the game, it's all the same
I it back, yo, give 'em slack, yo
And now, they me tha mack, yo
check it

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

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

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

Oh, oh

They got me mobbin' I'm
and ready to get my slug on
I my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to on these suckas
If they me trust

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

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

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

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

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

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