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 rings and the
And the bracelet, and
And you know, and more chains
Another chain on top of
And ring on another finger, and another grill
And I switch grills and then I change chains
And that's all you see, but you

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

Grind time from a struggle to a
"Aw man"s to "God damn"s
From a clam to a
I say you had it better
But damn, did I
I have 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
'Cause I'm not one of them
don't remember shit,
Can't even go home and drive alone in whip
'Cause everybody him gone
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on YouTube
I ain't from my bowin' [?]

So I'm gonna goin' strong
And let you niggas go out of
As long as my kids is
I'm doing this for a lot of
I do it for my and they kids' kids
And I'm dead they 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 twenty minutes to make a song about it
though I was young I was actin' grown about it
Took 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 origami

But the only foldin' I'm doin' is when I'm at poppin'
Got 'em fainting' like Michael Jackson, straight hos
Then I go home, homie, there's no robbin'
Gated
You know the code, partna
up to the crib
Lamborghini look so
And six old-schools on 24" choppas
White in my neighborhood think I'm the Dalai Lama
when I come outside like roo sticky dima [?]

But everything gotta turn bad
It's like the drama,
You know, lil' shit,
Like girls saying' my baby mama
But music has made me calmer
I now karma
These is mad,
wanna assassinate me
Like Obama
But I graduated, School of Knocks, summa cum laude

On the of the stage
Like I am really to fuck this crowd up
That makes me prouder, me a man
If you ain't what I'm' doin'
You a fan
Damn, get on your please
And God that he sent you somebody
That can just you niggas these things

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