Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

Boosie Boo,
And I be like the best nigga at this right now
Word for word, life story for life
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 him, he loved thugs

Went from 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 addicted to sellin' drugs, and coke
Momma, she her hands and let me go
The rest you know, I ain't gotta explain, I a man
Since I went got my own, now they look at me

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 know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you feel 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 but we couldn't buy the Philly
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the
So we got drunk, purses, man, it's 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, bouncin' the Southside
then, it was straight gin, dickies and cowhides

You ain't from our side, we bustin' at ya, the rules
to be deep, now we down to just a few
Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them 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
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' 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 know 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 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 thug life, back to back catchin'
The drug life, servin' in front the cleaners

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

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

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