Luyện nghe bài hát Tired Of Pain

1

These listen to nothing I say,
can't see da struggle I face,
They only see da I make,
da ten pounds of weed I smuggled up state,
They say I don't respect but it's just da hustle I hate,
To survive in this game called life, you gotta have and faith,
They say I'm heading for da top with song,
I'm hot wit song,
Da gon love me for this one,
How can a kid be fun,
get it twisted,
Don't be mad that a nigga wit a flow like existed,
I'm gifted,
My is tight and da time is right,
For me to blow up and tonight,
My lookin fine tonight,
in grey and white,
She's beggin me to the night,
So I can lay the pipe,
All because my is tight,
da name,
I'm to change da game,
I pit in work, da nigga got paid, all of a here comes da fame,
But it still pours it rains,

1

Come on, on!
up in this,
Come on, on!
Who else got a flow this,
Come on, on! Come on, come on!
Uh, yea, uh!

2

We keep it from Monday to Sunday,
on da block, exposed to gun play,
We live da wrong way, just to get da sun to shine for one day,
Niggaz gon die when da go hungry,
They da white T's,
They ain't afraid to you for a pair of Nikies,
I look at life as a strife,
For now I'm alright dem cops come and violate my rights,
Shit nice,
I'm of being criticized,
Tired of seen as a punk in these niggaz eyes,
I'm petrified,
How many times contemplated homicide,
So many die,
me crazy,
I'm da flavor to ya food, call me gravy,
You play me,
It's yo,
I'm to stay yo,
I keep like an angel on a halo,
Things ain't the yo,
Friends yo,
Kinda bro,

2

Come on, on!
You know it is,
Come on, on!
Come wit da kid,
Come on, on!
up in this,
Come on, on!
Brooklyn! is it,
Come on, on!
in this shit,
Come on, come on! Come on, on!
Yea, uh.

3

I my life on da edge,
I da streets, hate da feds,
Carry a lot of weight a sledge,
Why these wanna see me beg,
Bet love me if I'm dead,
I hate my birthday, celebrate it,
5th of is my worst day, damn I hate it,
about da kids that never made it,
I pour out some liquor them,
And for my niggaz up in da pen,
I'm tryin to live my life, to get it right,
I to god at nights,
He answers back, why is that,
On my block kids da streets and idle,
rollin wit rifles, they neglect da bible,
This is just a strifle,
I do club music,
I do music,
for my niggaz to cruise wit,
When da beat drop, I got da locked,
I'm not,
One of the se rappers tryin to be Pac,
And I'm not BIG,
I'm a black kid,
Aiming for da sky, million dollar coupes and cribs,
Niggaz up in da truck,
Kay whassup!
Em broads ball wit us,
No more cops wit lockin my niggaz up,
We roam da block,
Go to mansion, ball wit Pac,
just my street dreams,
lights, big screens,
big greens,
If I believe,
Will I
So many niggaz like me get in da streets,
And if I die, who cry,
So pain in my life,
at Shyne,
Niggaz buss at him, he back, now he in prison doin time,
The rich sit, don't give a thinking da poor doin fine,
Ghetto kids want no degree, they wanna be on da streets pursuing crime,
Cuz that's all they know, take da pain no more,
So they be on patrol,
Ha ha ha...

3

Come on, on!
wit ya boy,
Come on, on!
wit ya boy,
Come on, on!

Kay nigga,
You how we do.