Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

I couldn't help but your pain
(My pain?)
It runs deep, share it me
They'll take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my

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

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

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

I'm to crash up on the curb
'Cause my blurry
if they tried to understand me
What I do?

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

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

He was so
But still a victim of the 12
My memories of a
Mind full of sick

And I ain't back to court
So what you thought
I'm drinkin'
from my enemies

Will I to be 23
There's so much

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

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

And livin' on the regular
Bokin' out
See them take a move and take them
Like a fuckin'

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 my back when it was time to step

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

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

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

Get disrespected if you front tha the
You heard,
Catch a shots from tha glock in my hand
Damn, release some realistic my biscuit

You know, you get your ass twisted so run for
Me and my man got a kickin' major dust
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, there's so pain

Oh, oh

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

I got my glock ready if they press me
Bust some with a passion
duck 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blasting

I'm a nut and drinkin'
And high on tha lookout for my enemies
Don't die, tell me why?
'Cause stress is gettin' major
A buck fist my face with my razor

What can I do but be a thug I'm dead and gone?
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 it just a struggle

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

I'm kickin' up, ready ta bust
I'm on the scene muggin' mean
Until they kill me, I'll be livin' this
I know you me there's so much pain

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