Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

A little rough with a hardcore,
Couldn't rough something rougher in your,
Mad so you know we're gonna, rip
With that roughneck nigga named

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

get ahead and always stay bumblin'
And keep a hand on the gat
'Cuz a niggaz strugglin'

Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still nothin' move but the money

I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of
I thought about bumpin', but 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 records hard to
A clip threw my body down uhh, it's another hit
I got energy to blast now you want the here
'Cuz of the light a motherfucker that ass up

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

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

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

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

Big up, big up, got him in the frame,
nothin' changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin' free better back

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

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

I go big up, big up, make the room, boom
Blowin' to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a G, home from the bumblin'
See me on the block,

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

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

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

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