Представляем точный текст композиции "You Dont Know My Struggle" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Lil Boosie . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «You Dont Know My Struggle» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Lil Boosie передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Lil Boosie - "You Dont Know My Struggle"
Lyrics to You Dont Know My Struggle : [Talkin] Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!! And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word, life story for life story, mane Im the truth [Verse 1] We started off in the backyard, Im that boy, Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised, Im that hard. Life starts from a bad memory,Daddy loved drugs, Cant take this from him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood jackas,To neighborhood stackas I-10 ridaz,to I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP,Walkin to school wit a tool, who gon beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin drugs, marijuana and coke,Momma, she washed her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know, I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I went got my own now they look at me grown. Posted up behind the Citgo ('), on Wyoming street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery. All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like they picturin(') me. [Chorus 4X] U dont know my struggle, so you cant feel my hustle [Verse 2:] Hard times, me and you getting blisted Got a dimebag, but we couldnt buy the Philly, Walkin to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special. So we got drunk, snatched purses, Mayne its whatever. Old niggas tried to shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got a big knot,now Im thuggin wit a big ugly somethin,on my waistline, bouncin thru the southside... Back then, it was straight gin, dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side, we bustin at ya, thats the rules.. Used to be deep, now we down to just a few. Mayne, Im talkin bout them lonely nights me and My Homie on the flight sneakin thru hoes window, Robbin niggas for indo. Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry thang and Kevin. Goin to clubs reppin, Hollin "Fuck goin to Heaven", cause Im out chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done lost a lotta Niggas, so my trust fucked up, mayne. [Chorus (4X)] [Verse 3:] Sittin nites, need my medicine and my needles, All the Bondsmen. Keepin it gutta wit my people. The thug life, back to back catchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin junkies in front the cleaners. The hospitals, nurses tryin to lift up my spirit, My momma preachin, but Boosie boo dont wanna Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my head. Some say I ODd off that X, what they gon say next' Grandma died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas hate, but I dont drive by, I walk to ya. High school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. dusted and disgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. When I borrowed, I gave back When it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. The baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus I lost all my ghetto role models, This my struggle mayne.!! [ You Dont Know My Struggle Lyrics ]
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