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 chains
chain on top of that
And ring 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 hundred thousand dollar
Brush my teeth I'm out it
Remote start the
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
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 like I done 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 even go home and drive in this whip
'Cause everybody want him
But you got me up
If a gon' be on YouTube saying'
I ain't from my bowin' [?]

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 come to my
To tell me what kids did, yeah
I'mma tell 'em my style and how long I has on about it
And how it took twenty to make a song about it
Even I was young I was actin' grown about it
Took some years, but eventually they me 'lone about it
Old folks cheering' me on 'cause know I got it
They see get in the game and fold like origami

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 know the code, partna
up to the crib
Lamborghini so proper
And six old-schools sittin' on 24"
White in my neighborhood think I'm the Dalai Lama
when I come outside like roo sticky dima [?]

But everything gotta turn bad
It's the weekly drama,
You know, small shit,
Like saying' they my baby mama
But this music has made me
I now understand
These is mad,
They wanna me
Barack Obama
But I graduated, of Hard Knocks, summa cum laude

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

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