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 ain't about the rou'.
My will come, it has to,
I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something, I'm passed due.
Sincerely I'm touchy days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my record like the law, shit I'm dying to something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when folks sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and knows me.
My life me, like an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the arms of trouble, trouble holds me,
And nothing else is close to me, more pain unfortunately,
Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm to be:

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

I should be on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
Ducking and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The realest thing for me is I was a fetus,
The only I ever got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I very little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I remain very intrigued,
and can you me?
Look how we lived in the eighties,
Throwing rocks at the ladies, and when we'd play these,
Crazy games, the whole crew had 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 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 myself in the corner huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before they kill again.

aight, more to the truth, no writing, just record me at the booth,
Forced by the and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak truth my deep roots remain in danger,
The pain on my song is but the sequel 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 thankful my still with me,
And ain't much Bobby is still troubling Whitney,
And Bush is still bombing poor yo he's deadly,
And me I got a recording
gig but
I'm...

Strugglin', and it's in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the 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', some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before gotta kill again.

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

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