Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I start out, just to vibe out, I about to bow out,
I'm more gangsta than you are but I ain't about the rou'.
My will come, it has to,
Honestly I feel like I'm ten months or something, I'm passed due.
Sincerely I'm touchy days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna my record like the law, shit I'm dying to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when folks sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and knows me.
My life owes me, like an I'm slowly,
Drifting in the of trouble, than trouble holds me,
And nothing else is close to me, more than unfortunately,
Like a fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be:

Strugglin', and it's in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I find in the corner huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta shit again before they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in.
I find myself in the corner huddlin', with some men,
and I gotta settle again, before they gotta kill again.

I should be on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
Ducking and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The realest for me is since I was a fetus,
The only break I got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I very little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I remain little intrigued,
and can you me?
how we lived in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and we'd play these,
Crazy games, the whole crew had names, we
even had a we use to call em lazy legs.
But my remains, untouched and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear shots than a gun range,
I'm...

Strugglin', and trouble in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in,
I myself in the corner huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again before they kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm in.
I myself in the corner huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before they kill again.

Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing, record me at the booth,
by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove.
I speak truth my deep roots remain in danger,
The pain on my song is but the sequel is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the heartless projects.
departed I'm now known as a recording artist.
Spilling little remains of your memories in the process,
a little, but making your names in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm my brother's still with me,
And ain't changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney,
And is still bombing poor people yo he's deadly,
And me I got a recording
gig but
I'm...

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, some angry men,
And I gotta settle shit again before they kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I find in the corner huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta shit again, before they gotta kill again.

Strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in,
I find myself in the corner huddling, with some men,
And I settle shit again before they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in circumstance I'm dwelling in.
I myself in the corner huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle again, before they gotta kill again.

Ya...
Ya...
The in my song is crazy.
The in my song is crazy.
Strugglin', strugglin'.