Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

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

'Ey
I wake up in the morning
Hit the snooze button for
Get up, hop into a two thousand dollar shower
my teeth when 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
From a to a mussel
I ain't say you had it
But damn, did I
I ain't have
But if you to take it, I'll bust ya
It feels like I died
every time I drive my past life flash
Right in front of my
'Cause I'm not one of guys
That don't shit,
Can't even go home and drive alone in 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 keep goin' strong
And let you go out of season
As long as my is breathin'
I'm doing this for a lot of
I do it for my kids and they kids
And when I'm dead they to my grave
To me what they kids did, yeah
I'mma tell 'em my and how long I has hated on about it
And how it took twenty minutes to a song about it
though I was young I was actin' grown about it
Took years, but eventually they left me 'lone about it
Old cheering' me on 'cause they know I got it
They see get in the game and fold like origami

But the foldin' I'm doin' is when I'm at shows poppin'
Got 'em fainting' like Michael Jackson, hos droppin'
Then I go home, safely homie, there's no
Gated
You gotta know the code,
up to the crib
Lamborghini look so
And six sittin' on 24" choppas
White folks in my neighborhood think I'm the Dalai
'Specially when I come outside like roo sticky [?]

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

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

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