Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't nothin' but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't nothin' but the money

Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the man
Eatin' the scams I was motherfuckin' Pac Man
Cops off, you know the flavor
fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior

And now we eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the streets
It's like a madness, making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, either way pays me

A little rough with a hardcore,
Couldn't rough something in your, dreams
Mad rugged so you we're gonna, rip
With roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse

Representing yo
Flip Stretch and my nigga Gambino
and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and in Jags

Gotta get ahead and always bumblin'
And always keep a on the gat
a niggaz straight strugglin'

Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still don't nothin' but the money
Stick up, stick up, up kids
don't nothin' move but the money

I used to be on tour, but now I'm of strugglin'
I thought bumpin', but mother-fuck jugglin'
I it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker
But I'd rather use my gun I get the money quicker, so bust it

Look as I cut the records to eject
A clip threw my body down uhh, it's another hit
I got energy to now you want the task here
'Cuz of the light a shot that ass up

But and rough is how I'm steppin'
Mac is the weapon, and always kept in
Eye on the Mac the dogg got it goin' on
If you come up steppin' you'll be lit a hick

So you better chill, 'cuz I got too much to get
A thug in the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'
Get drunk but I don't
I'm in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch

When I yank up my gun, run don't bitch
'Cuz ya know if you do, be layin' in a ditch
You'll get your stupid ass blown out the
'Cuz I'm playing to win, and survive in the game, I'm

Stick up, up, stick up kids
don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, up kids
don't nothin' move but the money

Big up, big up, got him in the frame,
Ain't changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on back
Till I call back, runnin' free better fall back

I'm niggaz deep beat sleep
With a wrapped in my seats
Three in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
and strivin', that's how the dough come

Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low
Throw a so low when I flow yo
Much too high to read the signs, I'm
on the nine, out to get mine

I go big up, big up, make the room, boom
Blowin' motherfuckers to the
Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the
See me on the block,

And rollin' with the roughnecks nuff checks
I get in niggaz ass,
Straight

Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't nothin' move but the

Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't nothin' but the money
up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' but the money

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the
Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't move but the money
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