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

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

I should be chillin' on beaches, instead my 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?
Look how we lived in the 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 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 trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling 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 it's in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, they gotta kill again.

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

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

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

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