Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' but the money
Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still nothin' move but the money

Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the man
Eatin' the like I was motherfuckin' Pac Man
step off, you know the flavor
They fear the ruffneck with the lunatic behavior

And now we eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin'
It's like a madness, fuck gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, either way pays me

A rough with a hardcore, theme
Couldn't rough something in your, dreams
Mad so you know we're gonna, rip
With that roughneck nigga named

YG'z yo
Flip Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po can't Money Bags
up spots and jumpin' in Jags

Gotta get ahead and always bumblin'
And always a hand on the gat
'Cuz a niggaz straight

Stick up, up, stick up kids
don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still don't move but the money

I used to be on tour, but now I'm of strugglin'
I thought bumpin', but mother-fuck jugglin'
I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets
But I'd rather use my gun I get the money quicker, so bust it

as I cut the records hard to eject
A quick threw my body down uhh, it's another hit
I got energy to now you want the task here
'Cuz of the light a shot that ass up

But rugged and is how I'm steppin'
Mac is the weapon, and it's always in
Eye on the Mac the dogg got it goin' on
If you come up steppin' you'll be lit like a

So you better chill, 'cuz I got too money to get
A street thug in the house, I'm strugglin'
Get drunk but I don't
I'm in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch

When I up my gun, don't run don't bitch
'Cuz ya know if you do, you'll be in a ditch
You'll get stupid ass blown out the frame
'Cuz I'm playing to win, and survive in the game, I'm

up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up
don't nothin' move but the money

Big up, big up, got him in the frame,
Ain't nothin' changed set it off I let the brains
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they
I call back, niggaz runnin' free better fall back

I'm fifty niggaz deep sleep
With a wrapped in my seats
deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
Strugglin' and strivin', that's how the come

Now get by the one with the gun for the low goal
a bolo so low when I flow yo
Much too high to the signs, I'm blind
on the nine, out to get mine

I go big up, big up, gotta the room, boom
Blowin' to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a G, home from the bumblin'
See me on the block,

And rollin' with the roughnecks nuff cashed
I get in niggaz ass,
Straight

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up
don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up
don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still don't move but the money
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