Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still nothin' 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
step off, you know the flavor
They fear the ruffneck with the lunatic behavior

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

A little rough with a hardcore,
Couldn't something rougher in your, dreams
Mad rugged so you we're gonna, rip
that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse

Representing yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my Gambino
and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin' up and jumpin' in Jags

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

Stick up, stick up, 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 sick of
I thought about bumpin', but mother-fuck
I know it lasts longer, my pockets thicker
But I'd rather use my gun 'cuz I get the money quicker, so it

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

But and rough is how I'm steppin'
Mac is the weapon, and it's 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 motherfuckin' house, I'm
Get drunk but I don't
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'

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

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

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

I go big up, big up, gotta make the room,
motherfuckers to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home the bumblin'
See me on the block,

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

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

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