Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

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

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

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

Posted up the same ol' on Wyoming street
Big sacks, big gats and artillery
All the niggas got big niggas, like 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 feel my
You know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

times, me and you gettin' blissed
Got a dimebag but we buy the Philly
Walkin' to the dispenser, we was short on the special
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 thuggin' wit a big somethin'
On my waistline, through the Southside
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 hoes' window, niggas for endo

Runnin' wit but hard heads like Fry Thang and Kevin
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to
'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck up
And I done lost a 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 feel my
You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle

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

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

Grandma died, Momma house, talk to ya
Niggas but I dont drive-by, I walk to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Carlo
Dusted and tryna make it 'til tomorrow

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