Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

Deuce, deuce was my problem 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 just a punk low

Jail know me too damn well
Seems like I've on Earth my own personal hell
No matter how high I climbed, I always fell
I guess a lot of players got this to tell
No matter how you roll, you simply cannot win
It's always fun in the but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

Organized crimer, big finder
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 beeper on my belt and get myself a
Fresh sneakers, silk shirts, work
Nine to five to survive, you gotta be a

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

Custody haunts my dreams, nightmares of
Paranoid of surveillance, phobia of
My bigger but so are my fears
Past records players live limited years

But I'm the rest, known to be the best
Fast money, true wealth my quest
I hustle all night long, there no gain in rest
12 gauge range, bloods on my chest

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

Pain, pain, pain,

rope wearer, neighborhood terror
Can't hang around my 'cause she says I scare her
Got a light sunburn from too much pool sittin'
Cordless phone me on 'cause there ain't no quittin'

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

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

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

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

She played the herself, fast lane quick wealth
No respect for the law or the city's
The sweat of greed is not reserved for men
It's fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain, pain,