Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

And now we gotta eat, make ends meet
Stabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin'
like a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, 'cuz way pays me

A rough with a hardcore, theme
Couldn't rough something rougher in your,
Mad rugged so you know gonna, rip
With that nigga named 2Pacalypse

Representing yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my Gambino
Seek and Po forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and in Jags

get ahead and always stay bumblin'
And always keep a on the gat
'Cuz a niggaz straight

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

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

Look as I cut the 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 shot that ass up

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

So you better chill, I got too much money to get
A street thug in the house, I'm strugglin'
Get but I don't think
I'm just in it for the money, don't be a snitch

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

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

Big up, big up, got him in the frame,
nothin' changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin' free better back

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

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

I go big up, big up, make the room, boom
Blowin' to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a G, home from the bumblin'
See me on the block,

And with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass,
Straight

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

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

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