Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

A little rough with a hardcore,
rough something rougher in your, dreams
Mad so you know we're gonna, rip
With that roughneck named 2Pacalypse

YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga
Seek and Po can't Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and jumpin' in

Gotta get ahead and always stay
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, up kids
Still don't nothin' but the money

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

Look as I cut the hard to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh, it's hit
I got energy to now you want the task here
'Cuz of the light a motherfucker that ass up

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

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

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

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

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

I'm fifty niggaz deep sleep
a Mossberg wrapped 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
on the nine, out to get mine

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 roughnecks checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass,
Straight

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

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

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