Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

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

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

Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and
Momma, she washed her 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 behind the same ol' on Wyoming
Big sacks, big gats and some
All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior and
All old niggas showed us ropes they picturin' beef

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
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, bouncin' through the
Back then, it was gin, dickies and cowhides

You ain't from our side, we 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' hoes' window, robbin' niggas for endo

Runnin' wit nothin' but heads like Fry Thang and Kevin
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' goin' to Heaven
'Cause I'm out here, like my luck fucked up
And I done a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up, man

You dont know my struggle, so you can't my hustle
You dont my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You dont my struggle, so you can't feel 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 thug life, to back catchin' misdemeanors
The drug life, junkies in front the cleaners

The hospitals, nurses tryin' to lift up my
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 X, what they gon' say next?

Grandma died, house, lemme talk to ya
Niggas hate but I dont drive-by, I to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Monte
Dusted and disgusted tryna it 'til tomorrow

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