Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I couldn't but notice your pain
(My pain?)
It deep, share it with me
They'll never take me
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 fool all high school
Kickin' up
But now, I'm as a trouble maker
Who can you

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

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

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

Got my mind on
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 of a corpse
Mind full of thoughts

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

I live to be 23
There's so pain

Oh, of tha strain 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' on the regular
out competitors
See them take a and take them down
Like a fuckin'

Get in everyday in school, act a fool
And you know I had to break every
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 up above for me
And yo come and seek [unverified] but I cry

Broke and off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now I'm tha one that's 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,
Catch a shots from tha glock in my hand
Damn, release some with my biscuit

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

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

Oh, oh

They got me like I'm
Loc'ed and to get my slug on
I load my and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't to blast on these suckas
If they me trust

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

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

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

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

I'm kickin' dust up, ready ta
I'm on the scene steady muggin'
Until they kill me, be livin' 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, tired of tha and tha pain
Oh, tired of tha and tha pain, oh