Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin'
I thought about bumpin', but mother-fuck
I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets
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, another hit
I got energy to now you want the task here
'Cuz of the a motherfucker shot that ass up

But rugged and rough is how I'm
Mac is the weapon, and it's always 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 thug in the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'
Get drunk but I think
I'm in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch

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

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

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 runnin' free fall back

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

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

I go big up, big up, gotta the room, boom
Blowin' to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a G, home from the bumblin'
See me on the block,

And with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in ass, blast
Straight

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