Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

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

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

Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and
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 same ol' on Wyoming
Big sacks, big and some artillery
All the lil' got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed
All old niggas 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 my hustle
You know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you can't feel my

Hard times, me and you gettin'
Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the
to the weed dispenser, we was short 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, through the Southside
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

wit nothin' but hard heads like Fry Thang and Kevin
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to
'Cause I'm out here, like my luck fucked up
And I done a lotta niggas, so my trust 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 can't my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle

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

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

Grandma died, Momma house, lemme to ya
Niggas but I dont drive-by, I walk to ya
school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo
Dusted and disgusted tryna make it tomorrow

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