Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, just to vibe out, I ain't 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 months or something, I'm passed due.
Sincerely I'm touchy these days I take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my like the law, shit I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when folks sleep.
Believe me, I struggle, and struggle knows me.
My owes me, like an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, than holds me,
And nothing is close to me, more than pain unfortunately,
a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

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

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

Strugglin', and trouble in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and trouble in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the corner huddlin', with some 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 loop and the but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak my deep roots remain in equal danger,
The pain on my song is but the sequel is stranger.
Hey man, I'm the hardest heartless projects.
Dear departed I'm now as a recording artist.
Spilling what little of your memories in the process,
Bitter a little, but your names in to a colossus.
me, I'm thankful my brother's still with 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 little
gig but
I'm...

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

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

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