Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still don't move 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 scams like I was Pac Man
Cops off, you know the flavor
They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic

And now we gotta eat, gotta ends 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 little rough a hardcore, theme
Couldn't rough something rougher in your,
Mad so you know we're gonna, rip
With that roughneck nigga 2Pacalypse

YG'z yo
Flip Stretch and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and in Jags

Gotta get and always stay bumblin'
And keep a hand on the gat
'Cuz a straight strugglin'

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

I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of
I thought bumpin', but mother-fuck jugglin'
I know it 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 to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh, it's hit
I got energy to blast now you 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 it's kept in
Eye on the Mac the dogg got it goin' on
If you come up steppin' you'll be lit like a

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, be a punk snitch

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

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

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

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

Now get by the one with the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low I flow 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' motherfuckers to the
Niggaz need to me a real G, home from the bumblin'
See me on the block,

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

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

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