Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
Eightball the Fat Mac express
While a nigga's gettin zooted from the sess
Lookin back, damn, I was as a juvenile
Mama showed and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad I was in the streets
I never to work hard, cause that shit ain't for me
then only 16, ignorant and curious
Mom's gettin periods cause I serious
I said fuck teachers and the church preachers
I wanted to with my niggas with the street sweepers
in the days sellin herbs on the [Name]
Me and doin city-wide talent shows
Gettin dissed, gettin pissed cause of this
Cause it's so hard in this muthafuckin
I said many times, "Mama, make 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 sell dope, is the way, gee
And this is just day around the homies

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was deep a sleep
Unconscious from that hay that they distribute on em
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 kind of way to a little more ducats
Fuck it, that I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, nigga as well
Proceed to hustle like a
MJ G
The nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no
The pimps is in the muthafuckin
Be up out [Name], folk is takin over
You know how I know? Gimme the mic and I ya
I ya, I reach ya with this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a nigga learned in Break-A-Bitch College
Started, to at the age of 11
Started makin money when a turned 12
to induldge at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga flatfoot was hell
In the hood

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

[ 4: MJG ]
See, I'm a self-made hustler, the
Niggas who think that two are better 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
Could it be the future had for a nigga who
Struggled through all of shit for a bill 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 shit in the down low
out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka, niggas
My finger's gettin of the trigger, dig a
Grave, shit, cause I don't want his boys to have to
With the smell of the I just killed
???? if you can't with the stress, best
Wipe the big 'S' off muthafuckin chest
Press issues, sure they fully understood
'bout a young nigga in the muthafuckin hood