Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Eat a up

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

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

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

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

Representing yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga
Seek and Po can't forget Money
up spots and jumpin' in Jags

Gotta get ahead and always bumblin'
And keep a hand on the gat
'Cuz a niggaz strugglin'

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

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

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

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

So you better chill, 'cuz I got too money 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, be a punk snitch

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

Stick up, stick up, stick up
Still don't nothin' 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' set it off I let the brains hang
who's back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I call back, niggaz free better fall back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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