Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still nothin' move 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 rather use my gun I get the money quicker, so bust it

Look as I cut the records to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh, it's hit
I got energy to now you want 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 kept in
Eye on the Mac 'cuz the got it goin' on
If you come up you'll be lit like a hick

So you chill, 'cuz I got too much 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 snitch

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

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

Big up, big up, got him in the frame,
nothin' changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I back, niggaz runnin' free better fall back

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

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, gotta make the room,
motherfuckers to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a real G, from the bumblin'
See me on the block,

And rollin' the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in ass, blast
strugglin'

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

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

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