Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

Damn...
I don't do for fun man
It's my job,
All you see is the videos and the and the watch
And the bracelet, and
And you know, grills and chains
Another on top of that
And another ring on another finger, and grill
And then I switch grills and I change chains
And that's all you see, but you

'Ey
I up early in the morning
Hit the snooze button for
Get up, hop a two hundred thousand dollar shower
Brush my when I'm out it
start the Audi
Kiss my boy, kiss my girl, kiss my wife, and I'm outtie

Grind time a struggle to a hussle
"Aw man"s to "God damn"s
From a clam to a
I ain't say you had it
But damn, did I
I ain't much
But if you tried to take it, bust ya
It feels like I done
'Cause every time I drive my past flash
Right in front of my
I'm not one of them guys
That don't shit,
Can't even go home and drive alone in whip
'Cause everybody want him
But you got me up
If a gon' be on YouTube saying'
I ain't my bowin' homes [?]

So I'm gonna goin' strong
And let you go out of season
As as my kids is breathin'
I'm this for a lot of reason
I do it for my and they kids' kids
And when I'm dead come to my grave
To tell me they kids did, yeah
I'mma 'em my style and how long I has hated on about it
And how it took twenty to make a song about it
Even though I was young I was actin' about it
some years, but eventually they left me 'lone about it
Old folks cheering' me on they know I got it
They see niggas get in the game and fold like

But the only foldin' I'm doin' is when I'm at poppin'
Got 'em fainting' like Jackson, straight hos droppin'
I go home, safely homie, there's no robbin'
Gated
You gotta know the code,
Walk up to the
Lamborghini so proper
And six sittin' on 24" choppas
folks in my neighborhood think I'm the Dalai Lama
'Specially when I come outside roo sticky dima [?]

But everything good gotta bad
It's the weekly drama,
You know, small shit,
girls saying' they my baby mama
But music has made me calmer
I now understand
These is mad,
wanna assassinate me
Like Obama
But I graduated, of Hard Knocks, summa cum laude

On the side of the
I am really 'bout to fuck this crowd up
That makes me prouder, me a man
If you doin' what I'm' doin'
You a fan
Damn, get on knees please
And praise God that he sent you
That can tell you niggas these things

Killa, R&B King, T.P.
The Music
A.K.A. the Lord of the Rings