Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stick up, up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the
up, stick 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 it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker
But I'd rather use my gun 'cuz I get the quicker, so bust it

Look as I cut the records to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh, another hit
I got energy to blast now you want the task
of the light a motherfucker 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 dogg got it on
If you come up you'll be lit like a hick

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

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 ass blown out the frame
I'm playing to win, and survive in the game, I'm strugglin'

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

Big up, big up, got him in the frame,
Ain't nothin' set it off I let the brains hang
Guess who's back, to put on they back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin' free better back

I'm fifty niggaz deep sleep
a Mossberg wrapped in my seats
Three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young
Strugglin' and strivin', how the dough 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 the signs, I'm blind
Clickin' on the nine, out to get

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

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

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