Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the man
Eatin' the like I was motherfuckin' Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the
They fear the 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 gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, 'cuz either way me

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

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

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

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

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

as I cut the records hard to eject
A quick clip my body down uhh, it's another hit
I got energy to blast now you want the here
of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up

But and rough is how I'm steppin'
Mac is the weapon, and always kept in
Eye on the Mac the dogg got it goin' on
If you come up steppin' be lit like a hick

So you better chill, 'cuz I got too money to get
A street in the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'
Get drunk but I don't
I'm in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch

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

Stick up, up, stick up kids
don't 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 brains
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin' free better fall

I'm fifty deep beat sleep
With a Mossberg in my seats
Three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young
Strugglin' and strivin', that's how the dough

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

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

And rollin' with the roughnecks nuff cashed
I get in niggaz ass,
strugglin'

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

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

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