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, and more chains
Another chain on top of
And another ring on another finger, and 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 a two hundred thousand dollar shower
Brush my teeth I'm out it
start the Audi
Kiss my boy, kiss my girl, kiss my wife, and 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 to take it, I'll bust ya
It feels I done died
'Cause every time I drive my past flash
Right in of my eyes
'Cause I'm not one of guys
That remember shit,
Can't even go home and drive alone in 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 keep 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 when I'm they come to my grave
To tell me what 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 I was actin' grown about it
Took years, but eventually they left me 'lone about it
Old folks cheering' me on they know I got it
They see niggas get in the and fold like origami

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

But good gotta turn bad
It's like the drama,
You know, small shit,
girls saying' they my baby mama
But this music has me calmer
I now understand
niggas is mad,
They wanna me
Like Obama
But I graduated, of Hard Knocks, summa cum laude

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

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