Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, just to vibe out, I ain't to bow out,
I'm more gangsta you are but I ain't about the rou' rou'.
My season come, it has to,
Honestly I feel like I'm ten pregnant or something, I'm passed due.
Sincerely I'm these days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my record like the law, shit I'm to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', other folks sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and knows me.
My life owes me, like an I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, trouble holds me,
And nothing else is to me, more than pain unfortunately,
a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

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

I should be on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
glocks and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The realest for me is since I was a fetus,
The only I ever got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I remain little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I remain very intrigued,
and can you me?
how we lived in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the ladies, and when we'd play these,
Crazy games, the whole crew had names, we
had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs.
But my remains, untouched and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear shots than a gun range,
I'm...

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

Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing, record me at the booth,
by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove.
I truth my deep roots remain in equal danger,
The pain on my song is crazy but the is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the hardest projects.
Dear I'm now known as a recording artist.
Spilling little remains of your memories in the process,
Bitter a little, but making your in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm my brother's still with me,
And ain't much changed Bobby is still Whitney,
And Bush is still bombing people yo he's deadly,
And me I got a recording
gig but
I'm...

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

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

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