Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, to vibe out, I ain't about to bow out,
I'm more gangsta than you are but I ain't the rou' rou'.
My will come, it has to,
Honestly I feel like I'm ten months or something, I'm passed due.
I'm touchy these days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my like the law, shit I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', other folks sleep.
Believe me, I struggle, and struggle knows me.
My owes me, like an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, than holds me,
And nothing else is to me, more than pain unfortunately,
Like a self prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, some angry men,
And I gotta settle again before they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm in.
I find myself in the huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta shit again, before they gotta kill again.

I should be on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
Ducking glocks and I walks, well, Jesus.
The realest for me is since I was a fetus,
The break I ever got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I remain little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I very little intrigued,
and can you me?
Look how we in the late eighties,
Throwing at the crazy ladies, and when we'd play these,
Crazy games, the crew had crazy names, we
even had a we use to call em lazy legs.
But my faith remains, and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear more than a gun range,
I'm...

Strugglin', and it's in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again before gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in.
I find in the corner huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before gotta kill again.

Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing, just me at the booth,
by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak my deep roots remain in equal danger,
The on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger.
Hey man, I'm the hardest heartless projects.
Dear I'm now known as a recording artist.
what little remains of your memories in the process,
Bitter a little, but your names in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm my brother's still with me,
And ain't much Bobby is still troubling Whitney,
And Bush is still bombing poor yo he's deadly,
And me I got a little
gig but
I'm...

Strugglin', and trouble in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find in the corner huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, they gotta kill again.

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta shit again before they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the corner huddlin', some angry men,
and I settle shit again, before they gotta kill again.

Ya...
Ya...
The in my song is crazy.
The pain in my is crazy.
Strugglin', strugglin'.