Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still nothin' move but the money

Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the man
Eatin' the scams like I was Pac Man
step off, you know the flavor
They 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, fuck making
I rhyme and do crimes, 'cuz either way me

A rough with a hardcore, theme
rough something rougher in your, dreams
Mad so you know we're gonna, rip
With that nigga named 2Pacalypse

YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga
Seek and Po can't Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and jumpin' in

Gotta get ahead and stay bumblin'
And always a hand on the gat
'Cuz a niggaz strugglin'

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still nothin' move but the money

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

Look as I cut the records hard to
A quick clip threw my body uhh, it's another hit
I got to blast now you want the task here
'Cuz of the a motherfucker 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, I got too much money to get
A street in the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'
Get drunk but I don't
I'm just in it for the money, be a punk snitch

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

up, stick up, stick up kids
Still nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up
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 hang
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on back
Till I back, niggaz runnin' free better fall back

I'm fifty niggaz deep sleep
With a Mossberg wrapped in my
Three deep in my Jeep chief run the Young Gunz
and strivin', that's how the dough come

Now get gunned by the one the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low I flow yo
too high to read the signs, I'm blind
Clickin' on the nine, out to get

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

And rollin' with the roughnecks nuff cashed
I get in ass, blast
Straight

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

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

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