Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I couldn't help but notice pain
(My pain?)
It runs deep, share it me
They'll never take me
I'm gettin' 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 high
up dust
But now, I'm as a trouble maker
Who can you

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

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

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

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

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

And I ain't goin' to court
So fuck you thought
I'm drinkin'
from my enemies

Will I to be 23
so much pain

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

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

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

Get in everyday in school, act a fool
And you know I had to break rule
Showin' off for the bitches I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back 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 seek but I didn't cry

and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now I'm tha one lookin' 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 disrespected if you tha the Birdman
You heard,
a couple shots from tha glock in my hand
Damn, release some with my biscuit

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

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

Oh, oh

They got me mobbin' I'm
Loc'ed and to get my slug on
I my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I scared to blast on these suckas
If they test me

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

I'm a nut and drinkin'
And gettin' on tha lookout for my enemies
Don't die, tell me why?
this stress is gettin' major
A buck fist across my face my razor

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

Steady thuggin' in the and I'll be ballin' loc
let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you
I was born to raise hell, a nigga the gutta
a motha on drugs

I'm kickin' up, ready 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, of tha strain and tha pain
Oh, tired of tha and tha pain
Oh, of tha strain and tha pain
Oh, tired of tha and tha pain, oh