Luyện nghe bài hát No Struggle No Progress

I like to dream about gettin' paid
No time for slippin' no time to get
Got to get mine, get it with the
on the come up, come up, come up
Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my
to take on another job, but I won't let her
Raised up without my daddy 'cause he me in eighty four
I was to hard for my momma to deal me so i
Slung all night, and all day
Can't figure out, how I turned out 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 bad, I'm drug smugglin'
But never the less, I got to get my out of there
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
Throwin' babies on me, on me
Talkin' to they friend's, bitches 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' that like it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to like that
The game is kind of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is so hard, I always ask my momma
She told me, part of up is to survive the drama
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 I can't 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
we go again up that ladder, stuck in the middle see
It's the gushy attitude, that me once o-n-e
But some serious shit known as the nine five
Patrol on the it's it's the I can't let 'em slide
Save up on some cash 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 just play that third ward boo
Now it or love it all the hoe shit i'ma above 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
rock's everyday in the third ward
The faded, but it didn't fade my way
'cause I was to small, I had heart down the start since
The age of five, I was an artist, never took the way
Always took the hardest, now I'm twenty one and I'm
On my feet, can't get no job, I got six teeth
What the i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two
Motherfuck them white folk's I'm a with the "u"
Want some talent show's we made a single
6th and baronne then all them hoes wanted to mingle
All on a nigga dick, try'na get a end's
Never was around when I have no dividends
I do, I do it my best remember this sayin'
No no progress