Luyện nghe bài hát No Struggle No Progress

I don't to dream about gettin' paid
No for slippin' no time to get laid
Got to get mine, get it with the
Nigga's on the up, come up, come up
Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my
Want to take on another job, but I let her
Raised up without my daddy 'cause he me in eighty four
I was to hard for my momma to with me so i
all night, and slept all day
Can't figure out, how I turned out way
Somebody come and help me, my foot is all in the grave
will it take 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 momma out of
I got a job, just to show her I care
The player hate'n bad but it's good
hoes is schemin' on me they up to no good
Throwin' on me, reppin' on me
Talkin' shit to they friend's, think that I'm broke
But I stack my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil'
I put my money with tee and the whole birdie
Slangin' that shit it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm to live like that
The dope game is kind of shady, go to do for my
Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I always ask my
She told me, part of comin' up is to the drama
I I was put o the test, I ain't about 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, pushin' it and fightin' try'na the fuckin' best
But you don't hear me though, so I'm a let you know my blue
Here we go again up that ladder, in the middle see
It's the gushy attitude, that makes me o-n-e
But some serious business known as the nine five
Patrol on the scene it's the I can't let 'em slide
up on some cash incas I got to make bail
Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail
Nigga ain't about the k shut the fuck up or i'ma have to
See I'm on the real, no grill no smile just play third ward boo
Now leave it or it all the hoe shit i'ma above it
if it's a chase I crack yo face mother fuck it no struggle no progress

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Comin' up you know a nigga 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 from the start 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, get no job, I got six gold teeth
the fuck i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two
Motherfuck them white folk's I'm a with the "u"
Want some talent show's then we a single
Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes to mingle
All on a dick, try'na get a nigga end's
Never was around when I didn't no dividends
Everything I do, I do it my best remember sayin'
No no progress