Luyện nghe bài hát No Struggle No Progress

I don't like to dream about paid
No time for no time to get laid
Got to get mine, get it the tec-9
on the come up, come up, come up
Ya see, ain't gettin' no better my momma
Want to 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 with me so i
Slung all night, and all day
figure out, how I turned out that way
Somebody come and help me, my is all ready in the grave
What will it take for a to get paid
Wasn't born 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 out of there
I got a job, just to show her I care
The player hate'n gettin' bad but it's
These is schemin' on me they up to no good
babies on me, reppin' on me
Talkin' shit to friend's, bitches think that I'm broke
But I stack my end's, the money came quick, though it was a dirty
I put my money with tee and copped the whole
Slangin' that shit like it was hot will it stop
My is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to live like that
The dope is kind of shady, go to do good for my
and my lady, why is time's so hard, I always ask my momma
She told me, part of comin' up is to the drama
I feel I was put o the test, I about fallin'
No no progress I'm only about ballin'

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No struggle no progress when I struggle I progress
To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na come the best
But you don't hear me though, so I'm a let you bout my blue
Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the see
It's the gushy attitude, that makes me once
But some serious business shit known as the nine
Patrol on the scene it's it's the I let 'em slide
Save up on some 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 smile just play that 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 struggle hard
Slangin' rock's in the third ward
The faded, but it didn't fade my way
'cause I was to small, I had heart down from the start
The age of five, I was an artist, never took the way
Always 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 folk's I'm a sign the "u"
Want some show's then we made a single
Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes to mingle
All on a nigga dick, try'na get a end's
Never was when I didn't have no dividends
Everything I do, I do it my best remember this
No struggle no