Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, just to out, I ain't about to bow out,
I'm gangsta than you are but I ain't about the rou' rou'.
My season 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 treat my record like the law, shit I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when folks sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and knows me.
My life owes me, like an I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, trouble holds me,
And nothing else is close to me, more pain unfortunately,
a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

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

I be chillin' on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
Ducking glocks and I walks, well, Jesus.
The realest thing for me is I was a fetus,
The only break I got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I remain little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I remain very intrigued,
and can you me?
how we lived in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the ladies, and when we'd play these,
Crazy games, the crew had crazy names, we
even had a we use to call em lazy legs.
But my remains, untouched and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear more than a gun range,
I'm...

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

Aight aight, to the truth, no writing, just record me at the booth,
Forced by the and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove.
I truth my deep 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 I'm now known as a recording artist.
Spilling what little remains of your in the process,
Bitter a little, but your names in to a colossus.
me, I'm thankful my brother's still with me,
And ain't much changed Bobby is troubling Whitney,
And Bush is bombing poor people yo he's 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 huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle 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 huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle again, before they gotta kill again.

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

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