Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' but the money
Stick up, stick up, up kids
don't 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
who's back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I call back, runnin' free better fall back

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

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

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

And rollin' the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in ass, blast
Straight

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

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

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