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 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 hard
Life starts from a bad memory, loved drugs
Can't take this him, he loved thugs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Runnin' wit nothin' but hard 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 lost a lotta niggas, so my fucked up, man

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

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

The hospitals, tryin' 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 gon' say

Grandma died, house, lemme talk to ya
Niggas but I dont drive-by, I walk to ya
school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo
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 momma drama make me wanna holla
Plus I all my ghetto role models, this my struggle, man