Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

Damn...
I do this for fun man
It's my job,
All you see is the videos and the and the watch
And the bracelet, and
And you know, grills and more
Another chain on top of
And another on another finger, and another grill
And then I switch and then I change chains
And that's all you see, but you

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

Grind time from a to a hussle
"Aw man"s to "God damn"s
a clam to a mussel
I say you had it better
But damn, did I
I ain't much
But if you tried to take it, I'll ya
It feels I done died
'Cause time I drive my past life flash
Right in of my eyes
'Cause I'm not one of them
That don't shit,
Can't even go home and drive alone in whip
'Cause want him gone
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on saying'
I ain't from my homes [?]

So I'm gonna goin' strong
And let you niggas go out of
As long as my is breathin'
I'm doing this for a lot of
I do it for my kids and kids' kids
And I'm dead they come to my grave
To tell me what they did, yeah
I'mma 'em my style and how long I has hated on about it
And how it took twenty to make a song about it
Even though I was young I was grown about it
Took some years, but eventually they left me 'lone it
Old cheering' me on 'cause they know I got it
They see niggas get in the game and fold like

But the foldin' 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 the code, partna
Walk up to the
look so proper
And six sittin' on 24" choppas
White folks in my think I'm the Dalai Lama
'Specially when I come like roo sticky dima [?]

But good 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 understand
niggas is mad,
They assassinate me
Like Barack
But I graduated, of Hard Knocks, summa cum laude

On the side of the
Like I am 'bout to fuck this crowd up
That makes me prouder, me a man
If you doin' what I'm' doin'
You a fan
Damn, get on your knees
And praise God that he sent you
That can just you niggas these things

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