Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

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

We started off in the backyard, I'm boy
to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm that hard
Life 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 traffickers
Imagine us in that bottom on PCP
Walkin' to school wit a tool, who beef wit me?

Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and
Momma, she her hands and let me go
The rest you know, I gotta explain, I been a man
I went got my own, now they look at me grown

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

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

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

Old niggas to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it
Got a big knot, now I'm wit a big ugly somethin'
On my waistline, bouncin' the Southside
Back then, it was straight gin, 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 hoes' window, niggas for endo

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

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

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

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

Grandma died, Momma house, lemme to ya
Niggas hate but I dont drive-by, I 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 that
The baby momma make me wanna holla
Plus I lost all my ghetto models, this my struggle, man