Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

cells know me too damn well
Seems like I've built on my own personal hell
No matter how I climbed, somehow I always fell
I guess a lot of players got this to tell
No matter how cold you roll, you cannot win
It's always fun in the beginning but in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

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

I think I'll join a gang, sling a cane
Put a on my belt and get myself a name
Fresh sneakers, silk shirts, 24-7
to five to survive, you gotta be a jerki

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

haunts my dreams, nightmares of capture
Paranoid of surveillance, phobia of
My banks but so are my fears
Past records proved live limited years

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

I looked into his face, I he was my friend
My boy had me set up, this wound never mend
No matter who you trust, you cannot win
It's always fun in the but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

rope wearer, neighborhood terror
Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I her
Got a sunburn from too much pool side sittin'
Cordless phone keeps me on 'cause there ain't no

Mind's in a money mode, seems like it explode
Girlies on my jammie, got a female
street messiah, professional liar
19 Benz, 21 I'll retire

money, it ain't funny, suckers lovin' my jock
But there's some at my door that didn't even knock
Task force boomin', doggin' my out, can't shout
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 for more
Cracked my safe with an axe, then out to the max
When they seem my money it in twenty G stacks

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

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

Pain, pain, pain, pain,