Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ VERSE 1: ]
Eightball the Fat Mac express
While a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass
Lookin back, damn, I was as a juvenile
Mama showed love and she struggled for her only
But like my dad I was stuck in the
I never wanted to work hard, cause that shit for me
Back then only 16, ignorant and
Mom's gettin periods cause I serious
I fuck school teachers and the church preachers
I wanted to hang with my niggas with the sweepers
in the days sellin herbs on the [Name]
Me and doin city-wide talent shows
Gettin dissed, gettin cause of this shit
Cause it's so hard in muthafuckin business
I said many times, "Mama, I'ma you proud"
But I could never the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the corner drinkin Thunderbird, slingin
They in my hands cause the cops 'bout the matchbox
But I can't dope, rappin is the way, gee
And this is just another day the homies

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was deep a sleep
Unconscious from that hay that distribute on em streets
My world was spinnin from the Rmy that was in me
And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we up plenty
A penny to be earned in a day is I'm looking for
Hopin for, some of way to make a little more ducats
Fuck it, shit that I just needed, I stuck it
Up, hell, nigga as well
Proceed to like a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The with the muthafuckin clout, no doubt
The pimps is in the muthafuckin
Be up out [Name], black folk is over
You how I know? Gimme the mic and I show ya
I teach ya, I reach ya this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a learned back in Break-A-Bitch College
Started, to at the age of 11
Started makin money a nigga turned 12
to induldge at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga was raisin hell
In the hood

[ VERSE 3: ]
So rappers in this industry, I don't doubt
That it's a of niggas broke with a CD out
It ain't new to me, me and MJG
Had to struggle to hustle down in Tennessee
In Memphis, to be a rapper
But rappin mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers
Plus I'm with a record label me and fuckin me
Niggas promsisin me shit that I will never see
Trick-buster always talkin we family
But while I was rappin he was up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the streets and said that
That's when this nigga named T Money heard our track
Pack em up, em out, straight down to Texas
Me and JG ridin Lexus
"Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the
Second album droppin and we on our first award
Niggas talkin cause the crew walkin no mo'
Them jealous tryin to start shit over hoes
I don't know what is worse, bad or livin good
But the world remind me of my neighborhood

[ 4: MJG ]
See, I'm a hustler, trustin the
Niggas who think that two heads are than one
And to get the job done, son
MJG gots game in the sale
That me get lifts in the studio
though it was kind of hard as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Mound Tennessee
it be the future had love for a nigga who
Struggled through all type of shit for a or two?
Still I do shows for my cause my fans buy my tapes
And the make my g's and the g's keeps me straight
And I hate when the busters all in my face like a hoe
And talk in the down low
out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka, niggas
My finger's tired of the trigger, dig a
Grave, shit, cause I want his boys to have to deal
With the of the trick I just killed
???? if you can't hang the stress, best
the big 'S' off your muthafuckin chest
Press issues, makin they fully understood
'bout a young life in the muthafuckin hood