Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

Boosie Boo,
And I be like the best nigga at this shit now
Word for word, story for life story
You know I'm the

We off in the backyard, I'm that boy
Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm hard
Life starts from a bad memory, Daddy drugs
take this from him, he loved thugs

Went from jackers to neighborhood stackers
I-10 riders to I-10
Imagine us in bottom on that PCP
Walkin' to wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me?

Got addicted to sellin' drugs, and coke
Momma, she washed her and let me go
The rest you know, I ain't gotta explain, I a man
Since I went got my own, now they look at me

Posted up behind the same ol' on Wyoming
Big sacks, big gats and artillery
All the lil' got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed
All old niggas showed us ropes like picturin' beef

You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle
You know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Hard times, me and you gettin'
Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the
to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special
So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, it's

Old niggas to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it
Got a big knot, now I'm wit a big ugly somethin'
On my waistline, bouncin' the Southside
then, it was straight gin, dickies and cowhides

You ain't from our side, we bustin' at ya, the rules
to be deep, now we down to just a few
Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my on the flight
Sneakin' hoes' window, robbin' niggas for endo

Runnin' wit nothin' but heads like Fry Thang and Kevin
to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to Heaven
'Cause I'm out here, like my luck fucked up
And I done lost a lotta niggas, so my fucked up, man

You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle
You dont my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle
You know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Sittin' nights, need my and my needles
All the bondsmen it gutta wit my peoples
The thug life, to back catchin' misdemeanors
The drug life, servin' junkies in front the

The hospitals, nurses to lift up my spirit
My momma but Boosie Boo dont wanna hear it
You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my
Some say I O.D.'d off X, what they gon' say next?

Grandma died, Momma house, lemme to ya
hate but I dont drive-by, I walk to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Monte
Dusted and disgusted make it 'til tomorrow

When I borrowed, I gave
When it was beer time, I stacks, 110 to 150, I shake that
The baby momma make me wanna holla
Plus I lost all my ghetto role models, my struggle, man