Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still don't nothin' but the money
Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still nothin' 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
They fear the ruffneck niggaz the lunatic behavior

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

A little rough a hardcore, theme
Couldn't rough rougher in your, dreams
Mad so you know we're gonna, rip
With that roughneck named 2Pacalypse

Representing yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my 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 straight strugglin'

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still nothin' move but the money
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 about bumpin', but jugglin'
I know it lasts longer, gets my 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 quick clip threw my body down uhh, it's 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 got it goin' on
If you come up steppin' be lit like a hick

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

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

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the
up, stick up, stick up kids
Still nothin' 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 they
Till I call back, niggaz free better fall back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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