Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

Stick up, stick up, up kids
Still don't nothin' but the money
Stick up, 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 niggaz with the lunatic behavior

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

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

YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga
Seek and Po can't Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and 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 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 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 a motherfucker shot that ass up

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

So you better chill, 'cuz I got too money to get
A thug in the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'
Get drunk but I think
I'm just in it for the money, be a punk snitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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