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

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

Grind time from a 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 have
But if you tried to take it, I'll ya
It like I done died
'Cause every time I drive my past flash
in front of my eyes
'Cause I'm not one of guys
don't remember shit,
Can't go home and drive alone in this whip
'Cause want him gone
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on YouTube
I ain't from my homes [?]

So I'm gonna keep goin'
And let you go out of season
As long as my is breathin'
I'm this for a lot of reason
I do it for my and they kids' kids
And when I'm they come to my grave
To tell me what they did, yeah
tell 'em my style and how long I has hated on about it
And how it took twenty minutes to a song about it
though 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 know I got it
They see niggas get in the game and fold origami

But the only foldin' I'm doin' is I'm at shows poppin'
Got 'em like Michael Jackson, straight hos droppin'
Then I go home, safely homie, no robbin'
Gated
You gotta the code, partna
Walk up to the
Lamborghini look so
And six old-schools on 24" choppas
White in my neighborhood think I'm the Dalai Lama
'Specially when I come 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 has made me calmer
I now understand
niggas is mad,
They assassinate me
Like Barack
But I graduated, School of Hard Knocks, cum laude

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

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