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 you are but I ain't about the rou' rou'.
My season come, it has to,
I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something, I'm passed due.
Sincerely I'm these days I can't take nothing,
I'm treat my record like the law, shit I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when folks sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and knows me.
My owes me, like an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, than holds me,
And nothing is close to me, more than pain unfortunately,
Like a self prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

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

I should be chillin' on beaches, my bone freezes,
Ducking and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The thing for me is since I was a fetus,
The break I ever got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I remain very relieved,
And at thug rappers, I remain little intrigued,
and can you me?
how we lived in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the ladies, and when we'd play these,
Crazy games, the whole had crazy names, we
even had a cripple we use to call em legs.
But my remains, untouched and unchanged,
in my block you hear more shots than a gun range,
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 gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the corner huddlin', with angry men,
and I gotta shit 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 remain in equal danger,
The on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the heartless projects.
Dear departed I'm now as a recording artist.
Spilling little remains of your memories in the process,
Bitter a little, but making your in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm thankful my still with me,
And ain't much changed is still troubling Whitney,
And Bush is still bombing people yo he's deadly,
And me I got a recording
gig but
I'm...

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

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

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