Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
Eightball the Fat Mac must
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 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 periods cause I wasn't
I said fuck school teachers and the preachers
I wanted to hang my niggas with the street sweepers
Back in the sellin herbs on the [Name]
Me and doin city-wide talent shows
dissed, gettin pissed cause of this shit
Cause it's so hard in this muthafuckin
I said many times, "Mama, make you proud"
But I never leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the corner Thunderbird, slingin rocks
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 constantly spinnin the Rmy that was in me
And we ain't half-stepped on blunts, we chiefed up plenty
A to be earned in a day is what I'm looking for
Hopin for, some kind of way to make a more ducats
Fuck it, shit I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, nigga might as
Proceed to hustle a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no
The pimps is in the house
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 with pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a nigga learned in Break-A-Bitch College
Started, to at the age of 11
Started makin money when a nigga 12
Started to at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga flatfoot was hell
In the hood

[ 3: Eightball ]
So many in this industry, I don't doubt
it's a bunch of niggas broke with a CD out
It new to me, cause me and MJG
Had to struggle to hustle down in Tennessee
In Memphis, tryin to be a
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 shit that I never see
Trick-buster always 'bout we family
But I was rappin he was snortin up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the streets and said fuck
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 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 shit over
I don't know what is worse, livin bad or livin
But the whole world remind me of my

[ 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 sale
That makes me get lifts in the
Even though it was of hard as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Mound Tennessee
Could it be the had love for a nigga who
Struggled all type of shit for a bill or two?
Still I do shows for my cause my fans buy my tapes
And the tapes my g's and the g's keeps me straight
And I hate the busters smile 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 want his boys to have to deal
With the smell of the I just killed
???? if you can't hang the stress, best
Wipe the big 'S' off muthafuckin chest
Press issues, makin sure fully understood
'bout a young life in the muthafuckin hood