Luyện nghe bài hát My Struggle

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

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

Went from jackers to neighborhood stackers
I-10 to I-10 traffickers
Imagine us in that on that PCP
Walkin' to school wit a tool, who 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 got my own, now they look at me grown

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

You dont know my struggle, so you can't my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you can't feel my
You dont my struggle, so you can't 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
Walkin' to the dispenser, we was short on the special
So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, whatever

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

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

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

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

Sittin' nights, my medicine and my needles
All the keepin' it gutta wit my peoples
The life, back to back catchin' misdemeanors
The drug life, servin' in front the cleaners

The hospitals, nurses tryin' to up my spirit
My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo dont wanna 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, talk to ya
Niggas hate but I dont drive-by, I to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Carlo
and disgusted tryna make it 'til tomorrow

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