Luyện nghe bài hát Tired Of Pain

1

These niggaz listen to I say,
can't see da struggle I face,
They see da trouble I make,
Like da ten pounds of weed I up state,
They say I don't respect life but it's da hustle I hate,
To survive in this game life, you gotta have muscle and faith,
They say I'm heading for da top this song,
I'm hot wit song,
Da streets gon 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 up and shine tonight,
My girl lookin tonight,
in grey and white,
She's me to stay the night,
So I can lay the pipe,
All my game is tight,
da name,
I'm here to da game,
I pit in work, da got paid, all of a sudden here comes da fame,
But it still whenever 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 life da way, just to get da sun to shine for one day,
Niggaz gon die when da go hungry,
They rock da T's,
They ain't to kill you for a pair of Nikies,
I look at life as a strife,
For now I'm till dem cops come and violate my rights,
ain't nice,
I'm tired of criticized,
of being seen as a punk in these niggaz eyes,
I'm petrified,
How many times contemplated homicide,
So many die,
me crazy,
I'm like da to ya food, call me gravy,
You play me,
Ikay yo,
I'm to stay yo,
I keep like an angel on a halo,
Things the same yo,
Friends yo,
Kinda bro,

2

Come on, on!
You know it is,
Come on, on!
roll wit da kid,
Come on, on!
up in this,
Come on, on!
Brooklyn! is it,
Come on, on!
in this shit,
Come on, on! Come on, come 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 niggaz see me beg,
Bet love me if I'm dead,
I my birthday, never celebrate it,
5th of is my worst day, damn I hate it,
What about da kids never made it,
I out some liquor from them,
And for my niggaz up in da pen,
I'm tryin to my life, tryin to get it right,
I to god at nights,
He never back, why is that,
On my block kids da streets and idle,
rollin wit rifles, they neglect da bible,
This life is 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 just a kid,
Aiming for da sky, million dollar and black cribs,
Niggaz up in da truck,
Kay whassup!
Em wanna ball wit us,
No more cops wit handcuffs lockin my up,
We roam da block,
Go to thugz mansion, wit Pac,
It's just my 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 many 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,
kids don't want no degree, they wanna be on da streets pursuing crime,
Cuz that's all they know, can't da pain no more,
So be on thug 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.