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 chain on top of
And another ring on another finger, and grill
And then I grills and then I change chains
And all you see, but you know

'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 start the
Kiss my boy, kiss my girl, 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 ain't say you had it
But damn, did I
I ain't much
But if you tried to it, I'll bust ya
It feels I done died
'Cause every I drive my past life flash
Right in of my eyes
I'm not one of them guys
That don't shit,
Can't even go home and drive in this whip
'Cause everybody him gone
But you got me up
If a nigga be on YouTube saying'
I ain't from my bowin' [?]

So I'm gonna goin' strong
And let you niggas go out of
As as my kids is breathin'
I'm doing this for a lot of
I do it for my kids and they kids'
And I'm dead they come to my grave
To tell me they kids did, yeah
I'mma 'em my style and how long I has hated on about it
And how it took twenty minutes to make a about it
Even though I was young I was actin' 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 like

But the only foldin' I'm doin' is when I'm at shows
Got 'em fainting' like Michael Jackson, straight hos
I go home, safely homie, there's no robbin'
Gated
You know the code, partna
Walk up to the
Lamborghini look so
And six sittin' on 24" choppas
folks in my neighborhood think I'm the Dalai Lama
'Specially when I come like roo sticky dima [?]

But everything good gotta bad
like the weekly drama,
You know, small shit,
Like girls they my baby mama
But music has made me calmer
I now karma
These is mad,
They assassinate me
Like Obama
But I graduated, School of Hard Knocks, summa cum

On the of the stage
Like I am really 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 he sent you somebody
can just tell you niggas these things

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