Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
the Fat Mac must express
While a nigga's gettin from the potent-ass sess
Lookin back, damn, I was as a juvenile
Mama showed love and she for her only child
But my dad I was stuck in the streets
I never to work hard, cause that shit ain't for me
Back then only 16, ignorant and
Mom's gettin cause I wasn't serious
I said fuck school and the church preachers
I wanted to with my niggas with the street sweepers
Back in the days sellin on the [Name]
Me and Squeaky doin talent shows
Gettin dissed, gettin pissed of this shit
it's so hard in this muthafuckin business
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, rocks
They in my hands cause the cops know 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 into a sleep
Unconscious from hay that they distribute on em streets
My world was constantly from the Rmy that was in me
And we half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up plenty
A penny to be earned in a day is I'm looking for
Hopin for, kind of way to make a little more ducats
Fuck it, that I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, nigga as well
to hustle like a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The with the muthafuckin clout, no doubt
The is in the muthafuckin house
Be up out [Name], black folk is takin
You know how I Gimme the mic and I show ya
I teach ya, I ya with this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a nigga learned in Break-A-Bitch College
Started, to at the age of 11
Started money when a nigga turned 12
Started to at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga flatfoot was hell
In the hood

[ VERSE 3: ]
So many rappers in this industry, I don't
That it's a bunch of niggas broke a CD out
It new to me, cause me and MJG
Had to struggle just to hustle down in
In Memphis, to be a rapper
But rappin don't mean shit to Presley-lovin crackers
Plus I'm with a label gankin me and fuckin me
Niggas always promsisin me that I will never see
Trick-buster always talkin 'bout we
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 first
Pack em up, move em out, down to Texas
Me and JG ridin drop-top
"Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the
Second album droppin and we waitin on our first
talkin 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 good
But the whole remind me of my neighborhood

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