Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, just to vibe out, I about to bow out,
I'm more gangsta than you are but I ain't about the rou'.
My season come, it has to,
Honestly I feel I'm ten months pregnant or something, I'm passed due.
I'm touchy these days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my record like the law, I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when other sleep.
Believe me, I struggle, and struggle knows me.
My life owes me, like an I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, trouble holds me,
And nothing else is close to me, more pain unfortunately,
a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in,
I myself in the corner huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again before gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm in.
I find myself in the huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before they kill again.

I should be chillin' on beaches, my bone freezes,
Ducking glocks and I walks, well, Jesus.
The realest thing for me is I was a fetus,
The only I ever got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I remain very relieved,
And at rappers, I remain very little intrigued,
and can you me?
Look how we lived in the eighties,
Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and when play these,
Crazy games, the crew had crazy names, we
even had a cripple we use to call em legs.
But my remains, untouched and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear more shots a gun range,
I'm...

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I myself in the corner huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the huddlin', with some angry men,
and I settle shit again, before they gotta kill again.

Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing, record me at the booth,
Forced by the loop and the but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak truth my deep roots in equal danger,
The pain on my song is but the sequel is stranger.
Hey man, I'm the hardest heartless projects.
departed I'm now known as a recording artist.
Spilling what little remains of your in the process,
Bitter a little, but making names in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm thankful my brother's still me,
And ain't much Bobby is still troubling Whitney,
And Bush is still poor people yo he's deadly,
And me I got a little
gig but
I'm...

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, with angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again before they kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in.
I find in the corner huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, they gotta kill again.

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, with angry men,
And I gotta settle again before they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I find in the corner huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle again, before they gotta kill again.

Ya...
Ya...
The in my song is crazy.
The in my song is crazy.
Strugglin', strugglin'.