Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

Damn...
I do this for fun man
my job, dawg
All you see is the videos and the rings and the
And the bracelet, and
And you know, and more chains
Another chain on top of
And another ring on another finger, and grill
And then I switch grills and I change chains
And all you see, but you know

'Ey
I up early in the morning
Hit the snooze for hours
Get up, hop into a two thousand dollar shower
Brush my teeth I'm out it
Remote start the
my boy, kiss my girl, kiss my wife, and then I'm outtie

Grind time from a to a hussle
"Aw man"s to "God damn"s
a clam to a mussel
I ain't say you had it
But damn, did I
I ain't much
But if you tried to take it, bust ya
It feels like I done
'Cause every time I drive my past flash
in front of my eyes
'Cause I'm not one of guys
That remember shit,
Can't even go home and drive alone in whip
'Cause everybody want him
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on YouTube
I ain't my bowin' homes [?]

So I'm keep goin' strong
And let you niggas go out of
As long as my is breathin'
I'm this for a lot of reason
I do it for my kids and they kids'
And I'm dead they come to my grave
To tell me what they did, yeah
tell 'em my style and how long I has hated on about it
And how it took twenty to make a song about it
Even though I was young I was actin' about it
Took some years, but eventually they left me about it
Old folks cheering' me on they know I got it
see niggas get in the game and fold like origami

But the foldin' I'm doin' is when I'm at shows poppin'
Got 'em fainting' like Jackson, straight hos droppin'
I go home, safely homie, there's no robbin'
Gated
You gotta the code, partna
Walk up to the
Lamborghini look so
And six old-schools on 24" choppas
White folks in my neighborhood I'm the Dalai Lama
'Specially when I come outside roo sticky dima [?]

But everything gotta turn bad
It's the weekly drama,
You know, small shit,
girls saying' they my baby mama
But this music has made me
I now understand
These is mad,
They assassinate me
Barack Obama
But I graduated, School of Hard Knocks, cum laude

On the side of the
I am really 'bout to fuck this crowd up
That makes me prouder, me a man
If you ain't what I'm' doin'
You a fan
Damn, get on your please
And praise God that he you somebody
That can just tell you these things

Killa, R&B King, T.P.
The Music
A.K.A. the Lord of the Three