Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't nothin' move but the
Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't move but the money

Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the man
Eatin' the scams like I was Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the
fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior

And now we gotta eat, gotta make meet
Stabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the streets
It's like a madness, fuck gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, 'cuz either way me

A rough with a hardcore, theme
Couldn't rough rougher in your, dreams
Mad so you know we're gonna, rip
With that roughneck nigga 2Pacalypse

YG'z yo
Flip Stretch and my nigga Gambino
and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and in Jags

Gotta get ahead and stay bumblin'
And always keep a on the gat
a niggaz straight strugglin'

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the
Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't move but the money

I used to be on tour, but now I'm of strugglin'
I thought about bumpin', but jugglin'
I know it lasts longer, gets my thicker
But I'd rather use my gun I get the money quicker, so bust it

Look as I cut the records to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh, another hit
I got energy to now you want the task here
of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up

But and rough is how I'm steppin'
Mac is the weapon, and it's always in
Eye on the Mac 'cuz the got it goin' on
If you up steppin' you'll be lit like a hick

So you chill, 'cuz I got too much money to get
A street thug in the motherfuckin' house, I'm
Get drunk but I think
I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk

When I yank up my gun, run don't bitch
'Cuz ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a
You'll get your stupid ass out the frame
'Cuz I'm playing to win, and in the game, I'm strugglin'

Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still don't move but the money

Big up, big up, got him in the frame,
Ain't nothin' changed set it off I let the brains
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they
Till I back, niggaz runnin' free better fall back

I'm fifty niggaz beat sleep
With a Mossberg in my seats
Three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Gunz
Strugglin' and strivin', that's how the dough

Now get gunned by the one the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low I flow yo
Much too high to the signs, I'm blind
Clickin' on the nine, out to get

I go big up, big up, gotta make the room,
motherfuckers to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home the bumblin'
See me on the block,

And rollin' with the nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass,
strugglin'

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the

up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' but the money
Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still nothin' move but the money

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up
don't nothin' move but the money
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