Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

Boosie Boo,
And I be like the nigga at this shit right now
for word, life story for life 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 from a bad memory, Daddy loved drugs
Can't take this from him, he thugs

from neighborhood jackers to neighborhood stackers
I-10 to I-10 traffickers
Imagine us in that bottom on PCP
to school wit a tool, who gon' 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
Since I went got my own, now they at me grown

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

You dont 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 my hustle
You dont my struggle, so you can't 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, it's

Old niggas tried to shortstop, we 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, dickies and

You ain't our side, we bustin' at ya, thats the rules
Used to be deep, now we down to 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 nothin' but heads like Fry Thang and Kevin
to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to Heaven
'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck 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 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 medicine and my
All the bondsmen keepin' it wit my peoples
The thug life, back to catchin' misdemeanors
The drug life, servin' in front the cleaners

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

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

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