Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
Eightball the Fat Mac must
While a nigga's zooted from the potent-ass sess
back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile
Mama showed and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad I was in the streets
I never wanted to hard, cause that shit ain't for me
Back then only 16, ignorant and
Mom's gettin periods cause I wasn't
I said fuck school teachers and the church
I wanted to hang with my niggas with the sweepers
Back in the days sellin herbs on the
Me and doin city-wide talent shows
Gettin dissed, gettin pissed of this shit
Cause so hard in this muthafuckin business
I said many times, "Mama, make you proud"
But I could never leave the life of Orange Mound
I'm on the drinkin Thunderbird, slingin rocks
They in my cause the cops know 'bout the matchbox
But I sell dope, rappin is the way, gee
And this is just another day around the

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was into a sleep
from that hay that they distribute on em streets
My world was constantly from the Rmy that was in me
And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up
A to be earned in a day is what I'm looking for
Hopin for, some kind of way to make a little ducats
Fuck it, shit that I needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, might as well
Proceed to hustle like a
MJ G
The nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no
The pimps is in the house
Be up out [Name], black is takin over
You know how I know? the mic and I show ya
I ya, I reach ya with 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
Started to at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga was raisin hell
In the hood

[ 3: Eightball ]
So many in this industry, I don't doubt
That it's a bunch of niggas with a CD out
It new to me, cause me and MJG
Had to struggle just to hustle down in
In Memphis, tryin to be a
But don't mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers
Plus I'm with a record gankin me and fuckin me
Niggas always promsisin me 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
when this nigga named T Money heard our first track
Pack em up, move em out, down to Texas
Me and JG drop-top Lexus
"Coming Out Hard" on the in the 'Billboard'
Second album droppin and we on our first award
Niggas cause the crew ain't walkin no mo'
Them jealous busters tryin to start over hoes
I don't know what is worse, livin bad or livin
But the whole remind me of my neighborhood

[ 4: MJG ]
See, I'm a hustler, trustin the
Niggas who think two heads are better than one
And to get the job done, son
MJG gots in the street sale
That makes me get in the studio
Even it was kind of hard as far as I can see
Growin up in the Mound Tennessee community
Could it be the future had love for a who
Struggled through all type of for a bill or two?
Still I do shows for my fans cause my buy my tapes
And the tapes make my g's and the g's keeps me
And I hate when the busters smile all in my like a hoe
And talk shit in the low
out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka, niggas
My gettin tired 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 your chest
issues, makin sure they fully understood
'bout a nigga life in the muthafuckin hood