Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

Damn...
I do this for fun man
my job, dawg
All you see is the videos and the and the watch
And the bracelet, and
And you know, and more chains
Another on top of that
And ring on another finger, and another grill
And then I switch grills and then I change
And that's all you see, but you

'Ey
I wake up early in the
Hit the snooze button for
Get up, hop a two hundred thousand dollar shower
Brush my teeth I'm out it
Remote the Audi
Kiss my boy, my girl, kiss 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 say you had it better
But damn, did I
I ain't have
But if you to take it, I'll bust ya
It like I done died
'Cause every time I drive my past flash
in front of my eyes
'Cause I'm not one of them
That don't shit,
Can't even go home and drive alone in whip
'Cause want him gone
But you got me up
If a gon' be on YouTube saying'
I from my bowin' homes [?]

So I'm gonna keep 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 what they kids did,
I'mma tell 'em my style and how I has hated on about it
And how it twenty minutes to make a song about it
Even though I was I was actin' grown about it
Took some years, but eventually they me 'lone about it
Old cheering' me on 'cause they know I got it
They see niggas get in the game and fold origami

But the only foldin' I'm doin' is when I'm at poppin'
Got 'em fainting' like Michael Jackson, straight hos
Then I go home, safely homie, no robbin'
community
You gotta know the code,
up to the crib
Lamborghini look so
And six sittin' on 24" choppas
White in my neighborhood think I'm the Dalai Lama
'Specially when I come outside 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 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 to fuck this crowd up
makes me prouder, makes me a man
If you doin' what 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 Lord of the Three