Luyện nghe bài hát Still Strugglin'

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

Another day, another dollar
And I'm out here strugglin
in the game, and I'm just hustlin
Don't even trust my closest

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

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ever quit, once you get started
It's on til the end, til dearly departed
You know you can't quit, too much time
You learned your lesson, no for stressing
in the mirror, trying to act hard
Walking down the street, thinking a car
I been a million times
I'm like baby, dee, I got a million
I been a famous mc 1983
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 rapping, I was fresh outta private school
Now I'm old school, too $hort, fuck what ya
There ain't no way I could all these words
I rapping for years, spitting game
Twenty years from now, you say the same thing
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

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Don't ever say it's old, I know you go gold
Trying to be me is getting old
It's been proven, there's one too $hort
valuable player, you know the sport
It's time to be you, cause 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 happy, I know you got a little
Stash, stack cash
And keep hustling, cause it gone last
How many times you seen a nigga, wanting to be a dope dealer
Make some money, and into a cold killer
of people came up like that
But of y'all faking that ya hold that gat
Now little ass is out
You finally realized, you the wrong route
You got alot of talent, don't let it go to
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, when the days would be
Long and hot, nobody paying me
These days we opportunities
To up and give back to our communities