Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

Damn...
I don't do for fun man
my job, dawg
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 another finger, and grill
And then I switch and then I change chains
And all you see, but you know

'Ey
I wake up early in the
Hit the snooze button for
Get up, hop into a two hundred thousand dollar
Brush my 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
a clam to a mussel
I ain't say you had it
But damn, did I
I ain't much
But if you tried to it, I'll bust ya
It feels like I died
'Cause every time I drive my life flash
Right in of my eyes
'Cause I'm not one of guys
That remember shit,
even go home and drive alone in this whip
'Cause want him gone
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on saying'
I ain't from my bowin' [?]

So I'm gonna 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 I'm dead they come to my grave
To tell me they kids did, yeah
I'mma tell 'em my style and how long I has 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 some years, but eventually left me 'lone about it
Old folks me on 'cause they know I got it
They see niggas get in the game and fold like

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

But everything good gotta bad
It's the weekly drama,
You know, lil' shit,
girls saying' they my baby mama
But this has made me calmer
I now understand
niggas is mad,
They wanna me
Barack Obama
But I graduated, School of Knocks, summa cum laude

On the of the stage
Like I am really 'bout to fuck crowd up
makes me prouder, makes me a man
If you ain't doin' I'm' doin'
You a fan
Damn, get on your please
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 Lord of the Rings