Luyện nghe bài hát No Struggle No Progress

I don't to dream about gettin' paid
No time for no time to get laid
Got to get mine, get it the tec-9
Nigga's on the come up, come up, up
Ya see, time's gettin' no better my momma
to take on another job, but I won't let her
Raised up my daddy 'cause he left me in eighty four
I was to hard for my momma to with me so i
all night, and slept all day
Can't out, how I turned out that way
Somebody and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave
What will it for a nigga to get paid
Wasn't born with no silver in my mouth
a doubt I'm strugglin'
Fuck bad, I'm drug smugglin'
But never the less, I got to get my out of there
I got a job, just to show her I care
The player hate'n gettin' bad but good
These is schemin' on me they up to no good
Throwin' on me, reppin' on me
Talkin' shit to they friend's, bitches think I'm broke
But I stack my end's, the money quick, though it was a lil' dirty
I put my with tee and copped the whole birdie
Slangin' that shit it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to like that
The dope game is of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I ask my momma
She told me, part of comin' up is to survive the
I feel I was put o the test, I ain't fallin'
No struggle no I'm only about ballin'

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No struggle no progress when I struggle I progress
To kickin' it, it and fightin' try'na come the fuckin' best
But you don't hear me though, so I'm a let you know bout my
Here we go again up ladder, stuck in the middle see
the gushy attitude, that makes me once o-n-e
But serious business shit known as the nine five
Patrol on the scene it's it's the I let 'em slide
Save up on cash incas I got to make bail
Is it a twig, go up to the window at the bail
Nigga ain't about the k shut the up or i'ma have to shot
See I'm on the real, no grill no just play that third ward boo
Now leave it or love it all the hoe shit i'ma it
'cause if it's a chase I crack yo face fuck it no struggle no progress

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Comin' up you a nigga struggle hard
Slangin' rock's everyday in the ward
The game faded, but it fade my way
'cause I was to small, I had heart down from the since
The age of five, I was an artist, never the easy way
took the hardest, now I'm twenty one and I'm almost
On my feet, get no job, I got six gold teeth
What the fuck do, I'm almost twenty two
Motherfuck them white I'm a sign with the "u"
Want some talent show's we made a single
Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes wanted to
All on a dick, try'na get a nigga end's
Never was when I didn't have no dividends
Everything I do, I do it my remember this sayin'
No struggle no