Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

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

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

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

Got addicted to sellin' drugs, 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 at me grown

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

You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you 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

times, me and you gettin' blissed
Got a dimebag but we buy the Philly
to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special
So we got drunk, purses, man, it's whatever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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