Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

Damn...
I do this for fun man
my job, dawg
All you see is the videos and the rings and the
And the bracelet, and
And you know, and more chains
chain on top of that
And another ring on another finger, and grill
And then I grills and then 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 into a two hundred thousand dollar
my teeth when I'm out it
Remote start the
Kiss my boy, kiss my girl, kiss my wife, and I'm outtie

Grind time from a to a hussle
"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 it, I'll bust ya
It like I done died
'Cause every time I drive my life flash
in front of my eyes
'Cause I'm not one of guys
don't remember shit,
Can't even go home and drive in this whip
'Cause want him gone
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 long as my is breathin'
I'm doing for a lot of reason
I do it for my kids and they kids
And when I'm they come to my grave
To me what they kids did, yeah
I'mma tell 'em my style and how long I has on about it
And how it took twenty to make a song about it
Even I was young I was actin' grown about it
Took some years, but eventually they me 'lone about it
Old folks cheering' me on 'cause they I got it
They see niggas get in the game and fold origami

But the only I'm doin' is when I'm at shows poppin'
Got 'em like Michael Jackson, straight hos droppin'
Then I go home, safely homie, no robbin'
community
You gotta know the code,
up to the crib
Lamborghini so proper
And six old-schools on 24" choppas
White folks in my neighborhood think I'm the Lama
'Specially when I outside like roo sticky dima [?]

But good gotta turn bad
It's the weekly drama,
You know, lil' shit,
Like girls they my baby mama
But this music has made me
I now karma
niggas is mad,
They wanna me
Like Barack
But I graduated, School of Hard Knocks, summa cum

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

Killa, R&B King, T.P.
The Jesus
A.K.A. the Lord of the Three