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
chain on top of that
And another 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 a two hundred thousand dollar shower
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 have much
But if you tried to take it, bust ya
It feels like I done
'Cause every time I my past life flash
in front of my eyes
'Cause I'm not one of them
That don't shit,
Can't go home and drive alone in this whip
'Cause everybody want him
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on saying'
I ain't from my bowin' [?]

So I'm gonna keep goin'
And let you niggas go out of
As long as my kids is
I'm doing for a lot of reason
I do it for my kids and they kids'
And when I'm dead they to my grave
To tell me they kids did, yeah
I'mma tell 'em my style and how long I has on about it
And how it took twenty minutes to a song about it
Even 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 and fold like origami

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

But everything good turn bad
It's like the drama,
You know, lil' shit,
Like girls saying' they my baby
But this music has me calmer
I now understand
niggas is mad,
They wanna me
Barack Obama
But I graduated, School of Knocks, summa cum laude

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

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