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 the rou' rou'.
My will come, it has to,
I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something, I'm passed due.
Sincerely I'm touchy these I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my record like the law, shit I'm dying to something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when other sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and knows me.
My life owes me, like an I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, trouble holds me,
And else is close to me, more than pain unfortunately,
Like a fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

Strugglin', and it's in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, with some men,
And I gotta settle shit again before they 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 be chillin' on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
glocks and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The realest for me is since I was a fetus,
The only I ever got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I remain very relieved,
And at thug rappers, I remain very intrigued,
and can you me?
how we lived in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and when we'd these,
games, the whole crew 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 more shots than a gun range,
I'm...

Strugglin', and it's in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling 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', some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before gotta kill again.

Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing, just me at the booth,
Forced by the and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak truth my deep remain in equal danger,
The pain on my song is crazy but the is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the hardest projects.
Dear departed I'm now as a recording artist.
Spilling little remains of your memories 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 Bobby is still troubling Whitney,
And Bush is still bombing poor 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 find myself in the huddling, with some 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 circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find in the corner huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again before they gotta again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the corner huddlin', some angry men,
and I gotta shit again, before they gotta kill again.

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