Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, just to out, I ain't about to bow out,
I'm more than you are but I ain't about the rou' rou'.
My season come, it has to,
Honestly I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something, I'm due.
Sincerely I'm touchy these I can't 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 other sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and struggle me.
My life me, like an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, trouble holds me,
And nothing else is 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 some men,
And I gotta settle shit before they 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 some men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before they kill again.

I should be chillin' on beaches, 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 little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I remain very intrigued,
and can you me?
Look how we lived in the eighties,
Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and when we'd these,
Crazy games, the whole crew had names, we
had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs.
But my remains, untouched and unchanged,
Still in my you hear more shots than a gun range,
I'm...

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 shit again 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 gotta settle again, before they gotta kill again.

aight, more to the truth, no writing, just record me at the booth,
Forced by the loop and the but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak my deep roots remain in equal danger,
The on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger.
Hey man, I'm the hardest heartless projects.
Dear departed I'm now 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 is still 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 I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, with angry men,
And I gotta shit again before they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's 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 they kill again.

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 I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the corner huddlin', with angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before gotta kill again.

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