Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

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

Representing yo
Flip Stretch and my nigga Gambino
and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and jumpin' in

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

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

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 use my gun 'cuz I get the money quicker, so bust it

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

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

So you better chill, I got too much money to get
A street thug in the house, I'm strugglin'
Get drunk but I 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
ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditch
You'll get stupid ass blown out the frame
'Cuz I'm to win, and survive in the game, I'm strugglin'

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still don't move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up
don't nothin' 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 niggaz on back
I call back, niggaz runnin' free better fall back

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

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

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

And rollin' with the roughnecks checks cashed
I get in ass, blast
strugglin'

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

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

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