Luyện nghe bài hát No Struggle No Progress

I don't like to dream gettin' paid
No time for slippin' no to get laid
Got to get mine, get it the tec-9
on the come up, come up, come up
Ya see, time's ain't no better my momma
to take on another job, but I won't let her
Raised up without my daddy 'cause he left me in four
I was to hard for my momma to deal me so i
all night, and slept all day
Can't figure out, how I turned out way
Somebody come and help me, my is all ready in the grave
What will it for a nigga to get paid
Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my
Without a I'm strugglin'
Fuck doin' bad, I'm drug
But the less, I got to get my momma out of there
I got a job, just to show her I care
The player hate'n gettin' bad but good
These is schemin' on me they up to no good
Throwin' babies on me, on me
Talkin' shit to they friend's, bitches think 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 birdie
Slangin' that shit it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm to live like that
The dope is kind of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is so hard, I always ask my momma
She told me, part of up is to survive the drama
I feel I was put o the test, I ain't fallin'
No no progress I'm only about ballin'

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

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Comin' up you know a struggle hard
Slangin' rock's everyday in the third
The game faded, but it fade my way
'cause I was to small, I had heart down from the start
The age of five, I was an artist, took the easy way
Always the hardest, now I'm twenty one and I'm almost
On my feet, get no job, I got six gold teeth
What the fuck i'ma do, I'm almost two
Motherfuck them white folk's I'm a sign the "u"
Want talent show's then we made a single
Drop 6th and then all them hoes wanted to mingle
All on a nigga dick, get a nigga end's
Never was around when I have no dividends
Everything I do, I do it my best this sayin'
No no progress