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 more
Another on top of that
And another ring on another finger, and grill
And I switch grills 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 thousand dollar shower
Brush my teeth I'm out it
Remote start the
Kiss my boy, kiss my girl, kiss my wife, and I'm outtie

Grind from a struggle 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 have much
But if you tried to it, I'll bust ya
It feels I done died
'Cause every I drive my past life flash
Right in front of my
'Cause I'm not one of guys
That remember shit,
Can't even go home and alone in this whip
'Cause everybody him gone
But you got me up
If a gon' be on YouTube saying'
I from my bowin' homes [?]

So I'm gonna keep goin'
And let you go out of season
As long as my is breathin'
I'm doing for a lot of reason
I do it for my kids and kids' kids
And when I'm dead they come to my
To tell me what kids did, yeah
I'mma tell 'em my and how long I has hated on about it
And how it took twenty minutes to make a song it
Even though I was young I was actin' about it
Took some years, but eventually they left me 'lone it
Old folks cheering' me on they know I got it
see niggas get in the game and fold like origami

But the only foldin' I'm is when I'm at shows poppin'
Got 'em like Michael Jackson, straight hos droppin'
I go home, safely homie, there's no robbin'
community
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 good gotta turn bad
It's like the drama,
You know, lil' shit,
Like girls saying' they my mama
But this music has made me
I now karma
These 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 fuck crowd up
That makes me prouder, me a man
If you ain't what I'm' doin'
You a fan
Damn, get on your knees
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 of the Three Rings