Luyện nghe bài hát No Struggle No Progress

I like to dream about gettin' paid
No time for slippin' no to get laid
Got to get mine, get it with the
Nigga's on the come up, up, come up
Ya see, time's ain't no better my momma
Want to take on job, but I won't let her
Raised up my daddy 'cause he left me in eighty four
I was to hard for my momma to deal me so i
all night, and slept all day
Can't figure out, how I out that way
come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave
What will it take for a nigga to get
Wasn't born with no spoon in my mouth
Without a doubt I'm
doin' bad, I'm drug smugglin'
But never the less, I got to get my momma out of
I got a job, just to show her I care
The player hate'n gettin' bad but good
hoes is schemin' on me they up to no good
Throwin' babies on me, on me
Talkin' shit to friend's, bitches think that I'm broke
But I stack my end's, the money came quick, it was a lil' dirty
I put my money tee and copped the whole birdie
Slangin' that shit like it was hot when it stop
My pockets is fat, I'm obligated to live like that
The dope is kind of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I always ask my
She told me, of comin' up is to survive the drama
I feel I was put o the test, I ain't about
No no progress I'm only about ballin'

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No struggle no progress when I struggle I progress
To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na come the best
But you don't me though, so I'm a let you know bout my blue
Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the see
It's the gushy attitude, that me once o-n-e
But some business shit known as the nine five
Patrol on the scene it's the I can't let 'em slide
up on some cash incas I got to make bail
Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail
Nigga ain't about the k shut the fuck up or have to shot
See I'm on the real, no grill no smile play that third ward boo
Now it or love it all the hoe shit i'ma above it
'cause if it's a chase I crack yo face mother fuck it no no progress

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Comin' up you know a nigga struggle
Slangin' rock's everyday in the ward
The faded, but it didn't fade my way
'cause I was to small, I had heart from the start since
The age of five, I was an artist, never the easy way
took the hardest, now I'm twenty one and I'm almost
On my feet, get no job, I got six gold teeth
What the i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two
Motherfuck them white folk's I'm a with the "u"
Want some show's then we made a single
Drop 6th and baronne then all them wanted to mingle
All on a nigga dick, try'na get a nigga
Never was around when I have no dividends
I do, I do it my best remember this sayin'
No struggle no