Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

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

Strugglin', and it's in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, with some men,
And I gotta settle shit again before they gotta 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,
Ducking and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The thing for me is since I was a fetus,
The only break I got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I remain very relieved,
And at thug rappers, I very little intrigued,
and can you me?
Look how we in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and when we'd these,
Crazy games, the whole crew had names, we
even had a we use to call em lazy legs.
But my faith remains, and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear more than a gun range,
I'm...

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

Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing, 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 pain on my 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,
a little, but making your names in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm thankful my brother's with me,
And ain't much changed Bobby is still Whitney,
And Bush is still poor people yo he's deadly,
And me I got a little
gig but
I'm...

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

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

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