Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

Deuce, deuce revolver was my solver
Had a def girl, really didn't wanna her
In the life of a gangster, use to rob
But now I'm locked up, I'm a punk low rankster

cells know me too damn well
Seems like built on Earth my own personal hell
No matter how high I climbed, somehow I fell
I guess a lot of players got story to tell
No matter how cold you roll, you simply win
It's always fun in the but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

Organized crimer, big trouble
In and out of institutions, ever I was a minor
But now I'm on the bricks, in the mix
Crime smarts searching for some new street tricks

I think I'll a gang, sling a little cane
Put a on my belt and get myself a name
Fresh sneakers, silk shirts, work
Nine to to survive, you gotta be a jerki

I clock two grand a day, yet I was to play
Who me at Micky It wouldn't work, no way
I'm a big money haver but not the laugher
For me infamy makes me no

haunts my dreams, nightmares of capture
Paranoid of surveillance, phobia of
My banks but so are my fears
Past proved players live limited years

But I'm unlike the rest, known to be the
Fast money, wealth my eternal quest
I hustle all night long, there ain't no gain in
12 gauge close range, bloods on my

I looked into his face, I he was my friend
My boy had me set up, wound would never mend
No matter who you trust, you simply win
always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

Gold wearer, neighborhood terror
Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I her
Got a light from too much pool side sittin'
phone keeps me on 'cause there ain't no quittin'

Mind's in a money mode, seems like it should
on my jammie, got a female overload
Young street messiah, professional
19 Benz, 21 I'll retire

Crazy money, it funny, suckers lovin' my jock
But there's people at my door that didn't even knock
Task force boomin', doggin' my crib out, shout
F.B.I. got a gun in my

Threw me on the floor, called my girl a
Pulled ten G's out my and was lookin' for more
Cracked my safe an axe, then illed out to the max
When they my money kickin' it in twenty G stacks

Booked me on ten counts, with of different amounts
The charges stuck like glue, some I couldn't pronounce
They threw my ass the book, my life wa took
And then they gave my girl, ten years for out with a crook

She played the game herself, fast lane wealth
No for the law or the city's health
The sweat of hustlers greed is not for men
It's always fun in the but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain, pain,