Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

A rough with a hardcore, theme
Couldn't rough something rougher in your,
Mad so you know we're gonna, rip
With roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse

YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my Gambino
Seek and Po forget Money Bags
Stickin' up and jumpin' in Jags

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

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

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

Look as I cut the records hard to
A quick threw my body down uhh, it's another hit
I got energy to blast now you 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 'cuz the dogg got it on
If you come up steppin' you'll be lit a hick

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

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

up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the
up, stick up, stick up kids
Still 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
Till I call back, niggaz runnin' free fall back

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

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

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

And rollin' with the roughnecks checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass,
strugglin'

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

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

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