Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

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

We off in the backyard, I'm that boy
Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm hard
starts from a bad memory, Daddy loved drugs
Can't take from him, he loved thugs

Went from neighborhood jackers to stackers
I-10 to I-10 traffickers
Imagine us in that 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 you know, I ain't gotta explain, I been a man
Since I went got my own, now look at me grown

up behind the same ol' on Wyoming street
Big sacks, big and some 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 know my struggle, so you can't my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you can't my hustle

times, me and you gettin' 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 to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it
Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big somethin'
On my waistline, bouncin' the Southside
Back then, it was straight gin, dickies and

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

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

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

The hospitals, nurses tryin' to up my spirit
My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo 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, lemme 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 tomorrow

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