Luyện nghe bài hát Still Strugglin'

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

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

one:

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

Verse

Don't ever quit, once you get
on til the end, til you're dearly departed
You know you can't quit, too time invested
You learned your lesson, no time for
in the mirror, trying to act hard
Walking down the street, bout a car
I been there a times
I'm baby, dee, I got a million rhymes
I a famous mc since 1983
When run-dmc was singing sucka
Niggaz in the ride too $hort
Rolling vogues, smoking newports
$hort studios, in my room tapes
When I up to oakland from l.a.
I was a square, I gotta lie to you
I wasn't rapping, I was outta private school
Now I'm old school, too $hort, fuck what ya
There ain't no way I could memorize all words
I been rapping for years, spitting
Twenty years from now, you could say the thing
If you determined, at me
I'm getting on the car, used to roll two
Back in the day, selling dope
on sunnyside, up ninety-sixth to birch street

Verse

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