Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

Boosie Boo,
And I be like the best nigga at shit right now
Word for word, 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 loved

Went neighborhood jackers 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 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 the same ol' on Wyoming street
Big sacks, big gats and some
All the lil' niggas got big niggas, Junior and Bleed
All old showed us ropes like they picturin' beef

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

Hard times, me and you blissed
Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the
Walkin' to the dispenser, we was short on the special
So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, 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, through the Southside
Back then, it was straight gin, and cowhides

You from our side, we bustin' at ya, thats the rules
to be deep, now we down to just a few
Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my homey on the
Sneakin' through window, robbin' niggas for endo

Runnin' wit nothin' but hard heads like Fry and Kevin
to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to Heaven
'Cause I'm out here, look like my 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 dont know my struggle, so you can't feel my
You dont my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you can't feel my

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

The hospitals, nurses to lift up my spirit
My momma preachin' but Boo dont 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, Momma house, talk to ya
Niggas hate but I dont drive-by, I to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Monte
Dusted and disgusted tryna make it 'til

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