Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

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

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

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

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

I had to feed my fuckin'
What could I do but be a thug
Out with the homies
Fuck hangin' with phonies in the club

Got my mind on
Never a stranger ta homicide
My cities full of bangers 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 goin' back to court
So fuck what you
I'm Hennessey
Runnin' my enemies

Will I to be 23
There's so much

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 trifled on the regular
Bokin' out
See them take a move and take them
Like a predator

Get in trouble everyday in school, act a
And you know I had to break every
Showin' off for the bitches 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 a chuckle up above for me
And yo come and [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, it's all the
I it back, yo, give 'em slack, yo
And now, they me tha mack, yo
check it

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

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

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

Oh, oh

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

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

I'm a nut and drinkin'
And high 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 until I'm dead and gone?
Keep my brain on tha game and stay head
These sorry bastards want to me in my sleep
But they? Can I see and everyday it just a struggle

Steady thuggin' in the streets and be ballin' 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, ready ta
I'm on the steady muggin' mean
Until they kill me, I'll be livin' this
I know you me there's so much pain

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