Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I out, just to vibe out, I ain't 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.
Sincerely I'm touchy these days I take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my record like the law, shit I'm to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when folks 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 is close to me, more than pain unfortunately,
Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm to be:

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

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

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

Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing, record me at the booth,
by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak truth my deep roots in equal danger,
The pain on my song is crazy but the is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the heartless projects.
Dear I'm now known as a recording artist.
Spilling what little remains of your in the process,
Bitter a little, but your names in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm thankful my brother's still me,
And ain't much changed Bobby is still Whitney,
And Bush is bombing 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, some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit before they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and trouble in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the corner huddlin', some angry men,
and I settle shit again, before they gotta kill again.

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find 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 corner huddlin', some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before they kill again.

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