Luyện nghe bài hát Struggle

Momma went and made a nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a dealer.
My soldiers on the tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time youll be fine, your mind on your hustle.

Remember back, I was a snot nigga,
They told me I was so I wore my clothes bigger.
Alotta homies dead they ran with hoe niggas,
So I never ran with a hit from no nigga.
My soliders 9 to 5 on the block to alive,
know they gotta ride, get that rock away or die.
Ain't got no peace of mind, all they got is peace of
with their pistol by their side, to dodge a homicide.
Cause even I ain't tryin to put those in mommas eyes,
Gramma I love her and my momma know I try,
My grandaddy 'fore I got to say goodbye,
I knew him more than daddy, daddy I ain't lie.
My head up to the sky, i pray at night I cry,
And ask why he even bothered with my life.
Cause I ain't here for but the cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me then you
you feel the struggle we struggle cause...

Momma went and a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to out the struggle,
In time youll be fine, your mind on your hustle.
My on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep mind on your hustle,
In time you'll be fine, you gonna out the struggle.

back, I was a snot nosed nigga.
For snack, I put the water in my nigga.
Sugar in my and a sandwich I was eatin.
Showed a lotta niggas wasn't nothin if I was feining.
Them suckas up the hill tryed to around the block,
Tryed to jump us, kept me when we fired random shots.
I knew alotta legends retired on my block,
Some niggas turned feds and put on my block.
But I'm gonna ride and teein until I die,
I rep 'till the choir harmonize.
Militia get money, B-X where i reside.
No matter you bangin, keep your step in solid line.
They us on the corner, shot to death or on that line.
You feel me when you hear me, how we know who lyin,
Thinkin you ain't here for nothin, but cause of trouble,
If you feel me when you me,
then you know you feel the
when we cause..

Momma went and a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a dealer.
My soldiers on the tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time youll be fine, keep your on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, you muscle
My on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
In time be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle.