Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

Damn...
I don't do 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 chains
chain on top of that
And ring on another finger, and another grill
And then I switch grills and then I change
And that's all you see, but you

'Ey
I up early in the morning
Hit the button for hours
Get up, hop a two hundred thousand dollar shower
Brush my 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 ain't have
But if you tried to take it, bust ya
It feels like I died
'Cause every time I drive my past life
Right in of my eyes
I'm not one of them guys
That remember 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 YouTube
I from my bowin' homes [?]

So I'm gonna goin' strong
And let you niggas go out of
As long as my kids is
I'm this 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 took twenty minutes to make a about it
Even though I was young I was actin' grown it
Took years, but eventually they left me 'lone about it
Old cheering' me on 'cause they know I got it
They see niggas get in the and fold like origami

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

But everything good gotta bad
like the weekly drama,
You know, small shit,
girls saying' they my baby mama
But this music has me calmer
I now understand
niggas is mad,
They assassinate me
Barack Obama
But I graduated, School of Hard Knocks, cum laude

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

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