Luyện nghe bài hát Still Strugglin'

Still strugglin, still hustlin, to get my money on
Fresh outta retirement, you know I ain't tryin to off,
Too $hort records, we tryin to fall off
We goin nowhere, I'm tryin to see everybody make money
I see everybody get paid, everybody

Another day, dollar spent
And I'm still out here
Caught in the game, and I'm hustlin
Don't trust my closest friends

Verse

ever say you can't do it, it's not that hard
You wanna be a lawyer, you be a star
You can do you wanna do
Forget what say, as long as you believe in you
chasing your dreams, wherever they take you
You gotta hustle, which shouldn't to make you
Get your money on, like I said
It's playin like a old in your head
You say it ain't in the hood
I some folks in the ghetto livin good
Now tell me how you get there, tell the man, too
You ain't got it, give him yours, cause he got less you
Give him game, and that's all he
The knowledge, to plant that
And it grow, get the dough
Even though I make money, I'm to get some more
You gotta be the best at you do, and even though you ain't
That's how you need to think
Don't tell me no, I made up my mind
going down my way this time
I'm so into this
It's like I'm in pussy, fucking my bitch
been going platinum, you walk by
You player-hate, even try

Verse

ever quit, once you get started
It's on til the end, til you're departed
You know you can't quit, too much time
You learned your lesson, no for stressing
Looking in the mirror, to act hard
down the street, thinking bout a car
I there a million times
I'm baby, dee, I got a million rhymes
I been a famous mc since
When was singing sucka mc's
in the papers ride too $hort
Rolling brand-new vogues, newports
$hort studios, in my room making
When I moved up to from l.a.
I was a square, I ain't lie to you
I wasn't rapping, I was outta private school
Now I'm old school, too $hort, fuck ya heard
There ain't no way I could memorize all words
I been rapping for years, game
Twenty years from now, you could say the same
If you determined, at me
I'm on the car, used to roll two feet
in the day, selling dope fiend
Based on sunnyside, up to birch street

Verse

Don't say it's old, I know you wanna go gold
Trying to be me is getting old
It's been proven, only one too $hort
valuable player, you know the sport
It's to be you, cause being me comes natural to me
I hope you it in the industry
You could work on wall street, or be a in a hospital
As long as happy, I know you got a little
Stash, stack your
And keep hustling, it ain't gone last
How times you seen a broke nigga, wanting to be a dope dealer
Make some money, and turn into a killer
Alot of people up like that
But alot of faking that ya hold that gat
Now little ass is out
You finally realized, you took the wrong
You got of talent, don't let it go to waste
Handcuffed on the ground, with dirt in ya
I know the trap, circumstances make ya sell
Shotguns and change, take us all
To slave-free, back the days would be
Long and hot, with nobody me
These days we have
To blow up and back to our communities