Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

Jail cells me too damn well
Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal
No matter how I climbed, somehow I always fell
I a lot of players got this story to tell
No matter how cold you roll, you cannot win
It's fun in the beginning but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

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

I I'll join a gang, sling a little cane
Put a on my belt and get myself a name
Fresh sneakers, silk shirts, 24-7
to five to survive, you gotta be a jerki

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 last
For me makes me no autographer

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

But I'm unlike the rest, to be the best
Fast money, true my eternal quest
I hustle all night long, there no gain in rest
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 who you trust, you simply cannot win
It's always fun in the but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pain, pain, pain, pain,