Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

Deuce, revolver was my problem 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

Jail know me too damn well
Seems like I've built on my own personal hell
No matter how high I climbed, somehow I fell
I guess a lot of players got this story to
No how cold you roll, you simply cannot win
It's always fun in the but pain 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 little
Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a
Fresh sneakers, shirts, 24-7 work
Nine to five to survive, you be a jerki

I clock two grand a day, yet I was born to
Who me at Micky Dee's? It work, no way
I'm a big haver but not the last laugher
For me infamy me no autographer

Custody my dreams, nightmares of capture
of surveillance, phobia of cameras
My banks but so are my fears
Past records proved players live limited

But I'm unlike the rest, to be the best
Fast money, wealth my eternal quest
I all night long, there ain't no gain in rest
12 close range, bloods on my chest

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

Pain, pain, pain,

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

Mind's in a mode, seems like it should explode
Girlies on my jammie, got a female
Young street messiah, professional
19 gotta Benz, 21 retire

Crazy money, it ain't funny, lovin' my jock
But there's people 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 and was lookin' for more
Cracked my safe with an axe, illed out to the max
When they seem my money kickin' it in twenty G

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

She played the game herself, lane quick wealth
No respect for the law or the health
The sweat of hustlers greed is not for men
It's fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain, pain,