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 gangsta than you are but I ain't about the rou'.
My will come, it has to,
Honestly I like I'm ten months 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 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, an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the of trouble, than trouble holds me,
And nothing else is to me, more than pain unfortunately,
Like a fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

Strugglin', and trouble in, in this 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 myself in the corner huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle again, before they gotta kill again.

I should be chillin' on beaches, instead my freezes,
Ducking glocks and I walks, well, Jesus.
The realest for me is since I was a fetus,
The only break I got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I very little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I remain very intrigued,
and can you me?
Look how we lived in the eighties,
rocks at the crazy ladies, and when we'd play these,
Crazy games, the whole crew had names, we
even had a we use to call em lazy legs.
But my remains, untouched and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear more shots a gun range,
I'm...

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm in,
I find 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', with 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 loop and the but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak truth my deep roots in equal danger,
The pain on my is crazy but the sequel is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the hardest projects.
Dear I'm now known as a recording artist.
Spilling little remains of your memories in the process,
Bitter a little, but making your in to a colossus.
me, I'm thankful my brother's still with me,
And much changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney,
And is still bombing poor people yo he's deadly,
And me I got a recording
gig but
I'm...

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

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

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