Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

on these suckas, time ta die
Even as a
ruckis on tha back of the bus

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

Smokin' weed helped me take away the
So I'm
down the freeway swervin', don't worry

I'm about to up on the curb
my vision's blurry
Maybe if tried to understand me
What I do?

I had to my fuckin' family
What else could I do but be a
Out with the homies
Fuck hangin' with phonies in the club

Got my on danger
Never been a stranger ta
My cities full of gang and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early

He was so
But a victim of the 12 gage
My memories of a
Mind full of sick

And I ain't goin' to court
So fuck you thought
I'm Hennessey
from my enemies

Will I to be 23
There's so much

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

and years of that rough life
Runnin' and wild as a kid
And tough with a knife

And livin' trifled on the
out competitors
See them a move and take them down
Like a fuckin'

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

(For my of grimiest)
love for me, pop, pop, pop
And a chuckle up above for me
And yo come and seek [unverified] but I cry

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

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

Get if you front tha the Birdman
You heard,
Catch a couple shots tha glock in my hand
Damn, some realistic with my biscuit

You know, you get your ass so run for cover
Me and my man got a kickin' major 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 always
Yo, there's so pain

Oh, oh

got me mobbin' like I'm
Loc'ed and to get my slug on
I load my and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these
If they me trust

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

I'm a nut and Hennessey
And high on tha lookout for my enemies
Don't die, tell 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 bastards to kill me in my sleep
But will they? Can I see and everyday it a struggle

thuggin' in the streets and I'll be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the
With a on drugs

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

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