Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the man
Eatin' the like I was motherfuckin' Pac Man
Cops step off, you the flavor
They fear the ruffneck niggaz the lunatic behavior

And now we gotta eat, gotta ends meet
Stabbin' for a fee, it gets on the fuckin' streets
It's like a madness, fuck making
I and do crimes, 'cuz either way pays me

A little rough a hardcore, theme
Couldn't something rougher in your, dreams
Mad so you know we're gonna, rip
that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse

Representing yo
Flip Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po can't forget Money
Stickin' up and jumpin' in Jags

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

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

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

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

But rugged and rough is how I'm
Mac is the weapon, and it's kept in
Eye on the Mac 'cuz the got it goin' 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 thug in the motherfuckin' house, I'm
Get drunk but I think
I'm just in it for the money, don't be a snitch

When I yank up my gun, run don't 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, stick up, up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the
Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still don't move but the money

Big up, big up, got him in the frame,
Ain't changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess who's back, to put on they back
Till I call back, runnin' free better fall back

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

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

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' the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass,
strugglin'

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

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