Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

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

'Ey
I wake up in the morning
Hit the snooze button for
Get up, hop a two hundred thousand dollar shower
Brush my when I'm out it
Remote the Audi
Kiss my boy, kiss my girl, kiss my wife, and then I'm

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

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

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

But everything good turn bad
It's like the drama,
You know, small shit,
girls saying' they my baby mama
But music has made me calmer
I now understand
These is mad,
They assassinate me
Like Obama
But I graduated, School of Knocks, summa cum laude

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

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