Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, just to out, I ain't about to bow out,
I'm more gangsta than you are but I about the rou' rou'.
My will come, it has to,
I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something, I'm passed due.
Sincerely I'm these days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my record the law, shit I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when other sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and struggle me.
My life me, like an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, than holds me,
And nothing else is to me, more than pain unfortunately,
Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm 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 gotta shit again before they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm in.
I find myself in the huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle again, before they gotta kill again.

I should be chillin' on beaches, my bone freezes,
Ducking 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 very little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I very little intrigued,
and can you me?
how we lived in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the ladies, and when 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 hear more than a gun range,
I'm...

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

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

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

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

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