Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

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

We off in the backyard, I'm that boy
Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm that
starts 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 on that PCP
to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me?

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

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

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

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

Old niggas tried to shortstop, we blocked, fuck it
Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly
On my waistline, bouncin' the Southside
Back then, it was straight gin, and cowhides

You ain't from our side, we at ya, thats 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' for endo

Runnin' wit but hard heads like Fry Thang and Kevin
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck 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 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 my hustle
You dont my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

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

The hospitals, nurses to lift up my spirit
My momma preachin' but Boo dont wanna hear it
You they 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 hate but I dont drive-by, I to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Carlo
and disgusted tryna make it 'til tomorrow

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