Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

Deuce, deuce was my problem solver
Had a def girl, didn't wanna involve her
In the life of a gangster, use to rob
But now I'm up, I'm just a punk low rankster

Jail know me too damn well
Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal
No matter how high I climbed, somehow I always
I guess a lot of players got this to tell
No matter how cold you roll, you simply win
It's always fun in the but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

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

I I'll join a gang, sling a little cane
Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a
Fresh sneakers, silk shirts, work
Nine to to survive, you gotta be a jerki

I two grand a day, yet I was born to play
Who me at Dee's? It wouldn't work, no way
I'm a big haver but not the last laugher
For me infamy makes me no

Custody haunts my dreams, of capture
Paranoid of surveillance, of cameras
My banks but so are my fears
Past proved players live limited years

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

I looked into his face, I thought he was my
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,

Gold rope wearer, neighborhood
hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare her
Got a light from too much pool side sittin'
Cordless phone keeps me on 'cause there no quittin'

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

Crazy money, it funny, suckers lovin' my jock
But there's some people at my door that didn't knock
Task force boomin', doggin' my crib out, can't
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
my safe with an axe, then illed out to the max
When they seem my kickin' it in twenty G stacks

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

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

Pain, pain, pain, pain,