Luyện nghe bài hát No Struggle No Progress

I don't like to dream about paid
No time for slippin' no to get laid
Got to get mine, get it the tec-9
Nigga's on the come up, come up, up
Ya see, time's gettin' no better my momma
Want to take on another job, but I let her
up without my daddy 'cause he left me in eighty four
I was to for my momma to deal with me so i
Slung all night, and all day
Can't figure out, how I out that way
come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave
What it take for a nigga to get paid
Wasn't born no silver spoon in my mouth
a doubt I'm strugglin'
Fuck 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 it's
These hoes is schemin' on me they up to no
Throwin' babies on me, on me
Talkin' shit to they friend's, bitches that I'm broke
But I my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil' dirty
I put my money with tee and copped the whole
Slangin' that shit it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to like that
The game is kind of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I ask my momma
She told me, of comin' up is to survive the drama
I feel I was put o the test, I ain't about
No struggle no progress I'm only ballin'

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

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