Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

Boosie Boo,
And I be like the best nigga at this shit now
Word for word, life for life story
You know I'm the

We started off in the backyard, I'm boy
Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm that
starts from a bad memory, Daddy loved drugs
Can't this from him, he loved thugs

Went from neighborhood jackers to neighborhood
I-10 riders to I-10
us in that bottom on that PCP
Walkin' to school wit a tool, who beef wit me?

Got addicted to drugs, marijuana and coke
Momma, she washed her and let me go
The you know, I ain't gotta explain, I been a man
Since I went got my own, now they at me grown

Posted up the same ol' on Wyoming street
Big sacks, big gats and some
All the niggas got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed
All old niggas showed us ropes like picturin' beef

You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you can't my hustle
You know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You dont my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Hard times, me and you blissed
Got a but we couldn't buy the Philly
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was on the special
So we got drunk, purses, man, it's whatever

Old tried to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it
Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly
On my waistline, bouncin' the Southside
then, it was straight gin, dickies and cowhides

You ain't our side, we bustin' at ya, thats the rules
to be deep, now we down to just a few
Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my homey on the
Sneakin' through hoes' window, niggas for endo

Runnin' wit nothin' but hard heads like Fry and Kevin
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck to Heaven
I'm out here, look like my luck fucked up
And I done lost a lotta niggas, so my trust up, man

You know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you can't my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you can't feel my

Sittin' nights, need my and my needles
All the bondsmen keepin' it gutta wit my
The thug life, back to back catchin'
The drug life, servin' junkies in front the

The hospitals, nurses to lift up my spirit
My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo dont wanna it
You they say I was dead, two shots up in my head
Some say I O.D.'d off that X, they gon' say next?

Grandma died, Momma house, lemme to ya
Niggas but I dont drive-by, I walk to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Monte
Dusted and disgusted tryna make it tomorrow

When I borrowed, I back
it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150, I shake that
The baby momma make me wanna holla
Plus I all my ghetto role models, this my struggle, man