Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I out, just to vibe out, I ain't 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 feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something, I'm due.
I'm touchy these days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my record like the law, I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when other sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and knows me.
My life me, like 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 self prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

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

I be chillin' on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
Ducking glocks and I walks, well, Jesus.
The thing for me is since I was a fetus,
The only break I got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I remain very relieved,
And at thug rappers, I very little intrigued,
and can you me?
Look how we in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and we'd play these,
games, the whole 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 more shots than a gun range,
I'm...

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

Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing, 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 on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the hardest projects.
Dear departed I'm now as a recording artist.
Spilling what little remains of memories in the process,
a little, but making your names in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm my brother's still with me,
And much changed Bobby is still 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 corner huddling, with angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again before they gotta 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 shit again, they 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 shit again before they gotta again.
I'm strugglin', and trouble in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the corner huddlin', with some men,
and I gotta settle shit again, they gotta kill again.

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