Luyện nghe bài hát No Struggle No Progress

I like to dream about gettin' paid
No for slippin' no time to get laid
Got to get mine, get it the tec-9
Nigga's on the come up, up, come up
Ya see, ain't gettin' no better my momma
to take on another job, but I won't let her
Raised up without my daddy 'cause he left me in eighty
I was to hard for my momma to deal me so i
all night, and slept all day
Can't out, how I turned out that way
Somebody come and help me, my foot is all in the grave
What will it take for a to get paid
Wasn't with no silver spoon in my mouth
a doubt I'm strugglin'
Fuck doin' bad, I'm smugglin'
But never the less, I got to get my momma out of
I got a job, to show her that I care
The hate'n gettin' bad but it's good
These hoes is schemin' on me they up to no
babies on me, reppin' on me
Talkin' shit to they friend's, think that I'm broke
But I my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil' dirty
I put my with tee and copped the whole birdie
Slangin' shit like it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm to live like that
The dope is kind of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I always ask my
She told me, part of up is to survive the drama
I I was put o the test, I ain't about fallin'
No struggle no progress I'm about ballin'

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No struggle no progress when I struggle I progress
To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na 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
It's the gushy attitude, that makes me o-n-e
But some serious shit known as the nine five
Patrol on the scene it's it's the I let 'em slide
Save up on some cash incas I got to 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 I crack yo face mother fuck it no struggle no progress

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Comin' up you know a nigga hard
Slangin' everyday in the third ward
The faded, but it didn't 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
Always the hardest, now I'm twenty one and I'm almost
On my feet, can't get no job, I got six gold
What the i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two
them white folk's I'm a sign with the "u"
Want some show's then we made a single
Drop 6th and baronne all them hoes wanted to mingle
All on a dick, try'na get a nigga end's
Never was around when I didn't have no
Everything I do, I do it my best remember sayin'
No struggle no