Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I couldn't help but notice pain
(My pain?)
It runs deep, share it me
never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my

Cocked on suckas, time ta die
Even as a
Causin' on tha back of the bus

I was a fool all high school
Kickin' up
But now, I'm as a trouble maker
Who can you

Smokin' weed helped me take the pain
So I'm
Rollin' down the freeway swervin', worry

I'm to crash up on the curb
'Cause my blurry
if they tried to understand me
What I do?

I had to feed my fuckin'
What else I do but be a thug
Out slangin' the homies
Fuck with them phonies in the club

Got my mind on
Never a stranger ta homicide
My cities full of gang and drive-bys
Why do we die at an age?

He was so
But still a of the 12 gage
My memories of a
Mind of sick thoughts

And I ain't back to court
So fuck you thought
I'm drinkin'
Runnin' my enemies

I live to be 23
There's so pain

Oh, of tha strain and tha pain
Oh, tired of tha and tha pain

Years and years of that life
Runnin' and wild as a kid
And growin' tough with a

And trifled on the regular
out competitors
See them take a move and them down
a fuckin' predator

Get in trouble everyday in school, act a
And you know I had to break rule
off for the bitches 'cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my when it was time to step

(For my of grimiest)
With for me, pop, pop, pop
And send a up above for me
And yo come and [unverified] but I didn't cry

Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin'
And now I'm tha one that's lovely
Pop the drop top and all tha want ta rub me

Kick 'em, the game, it's all the
I it back, yo, give 'em slack, yo
And now, they me tha mack, yo
People it

Get disrespected if you tha the Birdman
You heard,
Catch a couple shots from tha glock in my
Damn, release some realistic my biscuit

You know, you get ass twisted so run for cover
Me and my man got a plan kickin' dust
So if you're on, nigga, for the gage to bust
A lot of pressure the street fame

It's a deep game and my mama cryin'
Yo, there's so much

Oh, oh

got me mobbin' like I'm
Loc'ed and ready to get my on
I load my clip and slip my gloves on
I ain't scared to on these suckas
If test me trust

I got my glock cocked ready if press me
Bust motherfuckers with a passion
Better duck 'cause I ain't when I'm blasting

I'm a nut and drinkin'
And high on tha lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, me why?
'Cause this stress is gettin'
A buck fist across my face my razor

What can I do but be a thug I'm dead and gone?
my brain on tha game and stay head strong
These sorry want to kill me in my sleep
But they? Can I see and everyday it just a struggle

Steady thuggin' in the streets and be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you
Keep swingin' at these till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a from the gutta
With a on drugs

I'm dust up, ready ta bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin'
Until they kill me, be livin' this life
I you feel me there's so much pain

Oh, of tha strain and tha pain
Oh, tired of tha and tha pain
Oh, tired of tha strain and tha
Oh, of tha strain and tha pain, oh