Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I help but notice your pain
(My pain?)
It runs deep, share it me
They'll take me alive
I'm high 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 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 freeway swervin', don't

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

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

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

He was so
But a victim of the 12 gage
My of a corpse
full of sick thoughts

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

I live to be 23
There's so pain

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

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

And trifled on the regular
out competitors
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
Showin' off for the bitches I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was to step

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

and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now I'm tha one that's lovely
Pop the top and all tha bitches 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
check it

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

You know, you get your ass twisted so run for
Me and my man got a plan kickin' 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 always
Yo, there's so much

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 suckas
If they test me

I got my glock ready if they press me
Bust some motherfuckers a passion
duck '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 wanna die, me why?
'Cause this stress is gettin'
A buck fist my face with my razor

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

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

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 there's so pain

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