Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ VERSE 1: ]
the Fat Mac must express
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 my dad I was stuck in the streets
I never wanted to hard, cause that shit ain't for me
Back then 16, ignorant and curious
Mom's gettin cause I wasn't serious
I said fuck school teachers and the church
I wanted to hang my niggas with the street sweepers
Back in the days herbs on the [Name]
Me and Squeaky doin talent shows
Gettin dissed, gettin pissed of this shit
Cause it's so in this muthafuckin business
I said times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud"
But I could leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the corner Thunderbird, slingin rocks
They in my hands cause the cops know the matchbox
But I can't sell dope, is the way, gee
And is just another day around the homies

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was into a sleep
Unconscious from that hay they 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, kind of way to make a little more ducats
it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, nigga might as
to hustle like a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The nigga the muthafuckin clout, no doubt
The pimps is in the house
Be up out [Name], black folk is takin
You know how I know? Gimme the mic and I ya
I teach ya, I reach ya with this knowledge
The shit a nigga learned back in Break-A-Bitch
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 muthafuckin

[ VERSE 3: ]
So many rappers in 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 just to hustle down in Tennessee
In Memphis, tryin to be a
But rappin don't mean shit to Elvis crackers
Plus I'm a record label gankin me and fuckin me
always promsisin me shit that I will never see
Trick-buster always talkin we family
But I was rappin he was snortin up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the streets and said that
That's this nigga named T Money heard our first track
em up, move em out, straight down to Texas
Me and JG ridin Lexus
"Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the
Second album and we waitin on our first award
Niggas cause the crew ain't walkin no mo'
Them jealous busters tryin to start shit hoes
I don't know what is worse, livin bad or good
But the whole world me of my neighborhood

[ 4: MJG ]
See, I'm a hustler, trustin the
Niggas who think that two are better than one
And to get the job done, son
MJG gots in the street sale
makes me get lifts in the studio
Even it was kind of hard as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Tennessee community
it be the future had love for a nigga who
Struggled through all type of shit for a bill or
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 smile all in my face a hoe
And talk in the down 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 to deal
With the smell of the trick I killed
???? if you can't with the stress, best
Wipe the big 'S' off your chest
Press issues, makin they fully understood
'bout a nigga life in the muthafuckin hood