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 rings and the
And the bracelet, and
And you know, grills and more
Another on top of that
And another on another finger, and another grill
And I switch grills and then I change chains
And all you see, but you know

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

Grind time a struggle 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 have much
But if you tried to take it, I'll ya
It feels I done died
'Cause every time I drive my past flash
in front of my eyes
'Cause I'm not one of guys
That don't shit,
Can't go home and drive alone in this whip
'Cause everybody him gone
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on saying'
I ain't my bowin' homes [?]

So I'm gonna keep strong
And let you niggas go out of
As as my kids is breathin'
I'm this 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 'em my style and how long I has hated on about it
And how it took twenty minutes to make a song it
Even though I was young I was actin' about it
Took some years, but eventually they left me 'lone 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 poppin'
Got 'em fainting' like Michael Jackson, straight hos
I go home, safely homie, there's no robbin'
Gated
You gotta the code, partna
Walk up to the
Lamborghini so proper
And six old-schools sittin' on 24"
White folks in my neighborhood I'm the Dalai Lama
'Specially when I come like roo sticky dima [?]

But everything good turn bad
It's the weekly drama,
You know, small shit,
Like girls saying' they my mama
But music has made me calmer
I now karma
These is mad,
wanna assassinate me
Like Barack
But I graduated, School of Knocks, summa cum laude

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

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