Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

Damn...
I do this for fun man
my job, dawg
All you see is the videos and the and the watch
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 switch and then I change chains
And all you see, but you know

'Ey
I wake up early in the
Hit the snooze button for
Get up, hop into a two hundred thousand dollar
Brush my teeth I'm out it
Remote the Audi
Kiss my boy, my girl, kiss my wife, and then I'm outtie

Grind from a struggle to a hussle
"Aw man"s to "God damn"s
a clam to a mussel
I ain't say you had it
But damn, did I
I ain't much
But if you to take it, I'll bust ya
It feels like I done
every time I drive my past life flash
Right in front of my
I'm not one of them guys
That remember shit,
Can't even go and drive alone in this whip
'Cause everybody him gone
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on YouTube
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 doing for a lot of reason
I do it for my kids and they kids'
And I'm dead they come to my grave
To tell me what they kids did,
I'mma tell 'em my style and how long I has 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 some years, but they left me 'lone about it
Old folks me on 'cause 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 Michael Jackson, straight hos
Then I go home, safely homie, there's no
Gated
You know the code, partna
Walk up to the
Lamborghini so proper
And six old-schools on 24" choppas
White folks in my think I'm the Dalai Lama
when I come outside like roo sticky dima [?]

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

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

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