Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

A little rough a hardcore, theme
rough something rougher in your, dreams
Mad rugged so you know gonna, rip
With that roughneck nigga named

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

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

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

I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of
I about bumpin', but mother-fuck jugglin'
I know it lasts longer, gets my thicker
But I'd use my gun 'cuz 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 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 always 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, I got too much money to get
A street 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 yank up my gun, don't run bitch
ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditch
You'll get your stupid ass blown out the
'Cuz I'm to win, and survive in the game, I'm strugglin'

Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't nothin' but the money
Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still don't nothin' 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 niggaz on back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin' better fall back

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

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,
Blowin' motherfuckers to the
Niggaz to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin'
See me on the block,

And rollin' with the roughnecks checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass,
Straight

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

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

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