Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

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

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

Grind time a struggle to a hussle
"Aw man"s to "God damn"s
From a to a mussel
I ain't say you had it
But damn, did I
I have much
But if you tried to take it, I'll ya
It like I done died
every time 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 and drive alone in this whip
'Cause want him gone
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on YouTube
I ain't my bowin' homes [?]

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

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

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

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

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