Luyện nghe bài hát The Pain

Damn...
I don't do for fun man
It's my job,
All you see is the and the rings and the watch
And the bracelet, and
And you know, grills and chains
Another chain on top of
And another ring on finger, and another grill
And I switch grills and then I change chains
And all you see, but you know

'Ey
I wake up early in the
Hit the snooze button for
Get up, hop into a two hundred thousand shower
my teeth when I'm out it
Remote the Audi
Kiss my boy, my girl, kiss my wife, and then I'm outtie

Grind time a struggle to a hussle
"Aw man"s to "God damn"s
a clam to a mussel
I say you had it better
But damn, did I
I ain't much
But if you tried to take it, I'll ya
It feels like I died
'Cause every time I drive my past life
Right in of my eyes
I'm not one of them guys
That don't shit,
Can't even go home and alone in this whip
'Cause want him gone
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on YouTube
I ain't from my homes [?]

So I'm gonna keep goin'
And let you go out of season
As as my kids is breathin'
I'm doing this for a lot of
I do it for my kids and kids' kids
And when I'm dead they to my grave
To tell me what they kids did,
I'mma 'em my style and how long I has hated on about it
And how it twenty minutes to make a song about it
Even though I was young I was grown about it
Took some years, but eventually left me 'lone about it
Old folks cheering' me on 'cause they I got it
They see get in the game and fold like origami

But the only foldin' I'm doin' is when I'm at shows
Got 'em fainting' Michael Jackson, straight hos droppin'
Then I go home, safely homie, there's no
Gated
You gotta know the code,
up to the crib
look so proper
And six old-schools sittin' on 24"
White folks in my think I'm the Dalai Lama
'Specially when I come outside like roo sticky [?]

But everything good gotta bad
It's the weekly drama,
You know, small shit,
Like saying' they my baby mama
But this has made me calmer
I now understand
These is mad,
They wanna me
Like Obama
But I graduated, School of Hard Knocks, cum laude

On the of the stage
Like I am really 'bout to this crowd up
That makes me prouder, me a man
If you doin' what I'm' doin'
You a fan
Damn, get on knees please
And praise God he sent you somebody
That can just you niggas these things

Killa, R&B King, T.P.
The Music
A.K.A. the Lord of the Rings