Luyện nghe bài hát Strugglin'

Yeah, yeah, me, strugglin'...

I out, just to vibe out, I ain't 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 like I'm ten months pregnant or something, I'm due.
I'm touchy these days I can't take nothing,
I'm tryna treat my record like the law, shit I'm to break something,
And mostly, I'm up and stressin', when folks sleep.
Believe me, I know struggle, and struggle me.
My life me, like an overdose I'm slowly,
Drifting in the of trouble, than trouble holds me,
And else is close to me, more than pain unfortunately,
Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm to be:

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

I should be on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
Ducking and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The realest thing for me is I was a fetus,
The only break I 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 lived in the eighties,
Throwing rocks at the ladies, and when we'd play these,
Crazy games, the whole had crazy names, we
had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs.
But my faith remains, and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear more than a gun range,
I'm...

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

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

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

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

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