Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

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

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

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

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

aight, more to the truth, no writing, just record me at the booth,
Forced by the loop and the guitar but I'm the of the groove.
I speak my deep roots remain in equal danger,
The pain on my song is crazy but the is stranger.
Hey man, I'm from the heartless projects.
Dear departed I'm now known as a artist.
Spilling what remains of your memories in the process,
Bitter a little, but making your in to a colossus.
Believe me, I'm thankful my brother's still me,
And ain't much Bobby is still troubling Whitney,
And Bush is still bombing 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 in the corner huddling, with some angry men,
And I gotta settle again before they gotta kill again.
I'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this I'm dwelling in.
I myself in the corner huddlin', with some angry men,
and I gotta settle shit again, before gotta kill again.

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

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