Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I used to be on tour, but now I'm of strugglin'
I thought about bumpin', but mother-fuck
I know it longer, gets 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 threw my body uhh, it's another hit
I got to blast now you want the task here
'Cuz of the light a shot that ass up

But rugged and 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 up steppin' you'll be lit like a hick

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

When I 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 out the frame
'Cuz I'm playing to win, and survive in the game, I'm

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still don't 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' better fall back

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

Now get by the one with the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low 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, make the room, boom
Blowin' motherfuckers to the
Niggaz to feel 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
Straight

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

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