Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

on these suckas, time ta die
Even as a
ruckis on tha back of the bus

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

Smokin' weed helped me away the pain
So I'm
Rollin' down the freeway swervin', 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
else could I do but be a thug
Out with the homies
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the

Got my on danger
been a stranger ta homicide
My cities full of gang and drive-bys
Why do we die at an age?

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

And I ain't back to court
So fuck you thought
I'm drinkin'
Runnin' my enemies

Will I to be 23
There's so pain

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

Years and of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and as a kid
And growin' tough with a

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

Get in trouble everyday in school, act a
And you I had to break every rule
Showin' off for the 'cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was 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 the pack and started sellin' coke
And now I'm tha one that's lookin'
Pop the drop top and all tha want ta rub me

Kick 'em, the game, all the same
I kick it back, yo, 'em slack, yo
And now, they me tha mack, yo
People it

Get disrespected if you front tha the
You heard,
Catch a couple shots tha glock 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 plan kickin' dust
So if you're on, nigga, look for the gage to
A lot of pressure the street fame

It's a deep game and my mama always
Yo, there's so much

Oh, oh

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

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

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

What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and
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 thuggin' in the streets and be ballin' loc
let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas you buried
I was born to raise hell, a from the gutta
With a on drugs

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

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