Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, just to vibe out, I about to bow out,
I'm gangsta than you are but I ain't about the rou' rou'.
My will come, it has to,
Honestly I like I'm ten months pregnant or something, I'm passed due.
Sincerely I'm these days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna my record like the law, shit I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', other folks sleep.
Believe me, I struggle, and struggle knows me.
My life owes me, an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the of trouble, than trouble holds me,
And nothing else is to me, more than pain unfortunately,
Like a fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

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

I should be on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
Ducking glocks and I walks, well, 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 thug rappers, I remain little intrigued,
and can you me?
how we lived in the late eighties,
Throwing at the crazy ladies, and when we'd play these,
Crazy games, the whole had crazy names, we
even had a we use to call em lazy legs.
But my faith remains, and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear more shots a gun range,
I'm...

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

Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing, record me at the booth,
by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak truth my roots remain in equal danger,
The pain on my song is crazy but the is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the hardest projects.
Dear departed I'm now known as a artist.
Spilling what remains of your memories in the process,
Bitter a little, but making names in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm thankful my brother's still me,
And ain't much Bobby is still troubling Whitney,
And Bush is still bombing poor people yo deadly,
And me I got a little
gig but
I'm...

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

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

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