Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

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

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

I be chillin' on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
Ducking and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The realest for me is since 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 crazy ladies, and when play these,
Crazy games, the crew had crazy names, we
had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs.
But my remains, untouched and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear shots than a gun range,
I'm...

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again 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 angry men,
and I settle shit again, before they 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 speak truth my deep remain in equal danger,
The pain on my song is crazy but the is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the heartless projects.
Dear I'm now known as a recording 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 changed Bobby is still Whitney,
And Bush is still bombing people yo he's deadly,
And me I got a recording
gig but
I'm...

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

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