Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was so
But a victim of the 12 gage
My of a corpse
Mind of sick thoughts

And I ain't goin' to court
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 and tha pain

Years and years of rough life
crazed and wild 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 fuckin'

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

(For my of grimiest)
With for me, pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up for me
And yo come and seek [unverified] but I cry

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

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

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

You know, you get your ass twisted so run for
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

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

Oh, oh

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

I got my glock cocked if they press me
Bust some motherfuckers a passion
Better duck 'cause I ain't when I'm blasting

I'm a nut and drinkin'
And gettin' high on tha lookout for my
Don't wanna die, me why?
'Cause this stress is gettin'
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 bastards to kill me in my sleep
But will Can I see and everyday it just a struggle

thuggin' in the streets and I'll be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the
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 there's so pain

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