Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

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

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

Went from jackers to neighborhood stackers
I-10 riders to traffickers
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 rest you know, I ain't gotta explain, I a man
Since I went got my own, now they look at me

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

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

times, me and you gettin' blissed
Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the
So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, whatever

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

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

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

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

Sittin' nights, my medicine and my needles
All the bondsmen keepin' it wit my peoples
The thug life, back to catchin' misdemeanors
The drug life, junkies in front the cleaners

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

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

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