Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

A little rough with a hardcore,
Couldn't rough 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
and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and jumpin' in

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

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

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

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

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

So you better chill, 'cuz I got too 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

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

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

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

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

Now get by the one with the gun for the low goal
a bolo so low when 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' to the moon
need 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 ass, blast
strugglin'

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

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

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