Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, to vibe out, I ain't about to bow out,
I'm more gangsta you are but I ain't about the rou' rou'.
My will come, it has to,
Honestly I feel like I'm ten months or something, I'm passed due.
Sincerely I'm touchy days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my record the law, shit I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', other folks sleep.
Believe me, I struggle, and struggle knows me.
My life owes me, an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, than trouble me,
And nothing else is close to me, more than unfortunately,
Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm to be:

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

I should be chillin' on beaches, instead my freezes,
Ducking and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The realest thing for me is I was a fetus,
The break I ever got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I remain little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I very little intrigued,
and can you me?
Look how we in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and when we'd these,
Crazy games, the whole crew had names, we
even had a cripple we use to em lazy legs.
But my remains, untouched 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, 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', some angry men,
and I gotta settle again, before they gotta kill again.

Aight aight, 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 speak my deep roots remain in equal danger,
The pain on my song is crazy but the is stranger.
Hey man, I'm the hardest heartless projects.
Dear I'm now known as a recording artist.
what little remains of your memories in the process,
Bitter a little, but making 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 still bombing poor yo he's deadly,
And me I got a recording
gig but
I'm...

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

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

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