Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

Cocked on these suckas, ta die
as a youngster
Causin' ruckis on tha of the bus

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

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

I'm about to up on the curb
'Cause my blurry
Maybe if they to understand me
should I do?

I had to feed my family
What else could I do but be a
Out slangin' with the
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the

Got my mind on
Never been a ta homicide
My cities full of gang and drive-bys
Why do we die at an age?

He was so
But still a of the 12 gage
My of a corpse
Mind full of thoughts

And I ain't goin' back to
So fuck what you
I'm drinkin'
Runnin' from my

I live to be 23
There's so much

Oh, tired of tha strain and tha
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 take a and take them down
Like a fuckin'

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

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

and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now I'm tha one lookin' lovely
Pop the drop top and all tha bitches ta rub me

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

Get if you front tha the Birdman
You heard,
Catch a couple from 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 plan kickin' major
So if you're on, nigga, look for the gage to
A lot of pressure with the fame

It's a deep game and my mama always
Yo, so much pain

Oh, oh

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

I got my cocked ready if they press me
Bust some with a passion
Better duck 'cause I lookin' when I'm blasting

I'm a nut and drinkin'
And gettin' on tha lookout for my enemies
wanna die, tell me why?
'Cause stress is gettin' major
A buck fist across my face my razor

What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and
Keep my brain on tha and stay head strong
These sorry want to kill me in my sleep
But will they? Can I see and everyday it a struggle

Steady in the streets and I'll be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em you worry
Keep at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a from the gutta
a motha on drugs

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

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