Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I couldn't help but your pain
(My pain?)
It deep, share it with me
They'll never me alive
I'm gettin' high with my

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

I was a fool all through high
up dust
But now, I'm labeled as a maker
Who can you

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

I'm to crash up on the curb
'Cause my vision's
Maybe if tried to understand me
What I do?

I had to my fuckin' family
else could I do but be a thug
Out slangin' with the
Fuck hangin' with them in the club

Got my on danger
Never a stranger ta homicide
My cities full of gang bangers and
Why do we die at an early

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

And I ain't goin' back to
So fuck you thought
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 strain and tha

Years and of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and as a kid
And tough with a knife

And livin' on the regular
out competitors
See them take a move and take them
a fuckin' predator

Get in trouble everyday in school, act a
And you know I had to break rule
Showin' off for the 'cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was to step

(For my of grimiest)
love for me, pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up for me
And yo and seek [unverified] but I didn't cry

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

Kick 'em, the game, all the same
I kick it back, yo, 'em slack, yo
And now, label me tha mack, yo
People it

Get disrespected if you tha the Birdman
You heard,
Catch a couple from tha glock in my hand
Damn, release some realistic with my

You know, you get your ass so run for cover
Me and my man got a kickin' major dust
So if on, nigga, look for the gage to bust
A lot of with the street fame

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

Oh, oh

They got me mobbin' I'm
and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my gloves on
I ain't scared to on these suckas
If test me trust

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

I'm a nut and drinkin'
And gettin' high on tha lookout for my
Don't wanna die, tell me
'Cause this stress is gettin'
A fist across my face with my razor

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

Steady thuggin' in the streets and I'll be loc
Don't let 'em make you
Keep swingin' at suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a from the gutta
With a motha on

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

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