Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

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

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

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

I'm about to up on the curb
'Cause my vision's
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' with the
Fuck hangin' with them in the club

Got my on danger
been a stranger ta homicide
My cities of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early

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

And I ain't goin' back to
So what you thought
I'm Hennessey
Runnin' my enemies

Will I to be 23
so much pain

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

Years and years of that rough
Runnin' crazed and as a kid
And growin' tough a knife

And livin' trifled on the
out competitors
See take a move and take them down
Like a predator

Get in everyday in school, act a fool
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)
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 and started sellin' coke
And now I'm tha one lookin' lovely
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 tha the Birdman
You heard,
a couple shots from tha glock in my hand
Damn, some realistic with my biscuit

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

It's a deep and my mama always cryin'
Yo, there's so pain

Oh, oh

They got me mobbin' I'm
Loc'ed and to get my slug on
I load my clip and 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 motherfuckers a passion
Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin' I'm blasting

I'm a nut and Hennessey
And high on tha lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, me why?
'Cause this stress is major
A buck fist across my face with my

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

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

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

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