Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ VERSE 1: ]
Eightball the Fat Mac express
While a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass
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 only 16, and curious
Mom's periods cause I wasn't serious
I said fuck school teachers and the preachers
I wanted to hang with my niggas with the sweepers
Back in the days herbs on the [Name]
Me and Squeaky doin city-wide shows
Gettin dissed, gettin cause of this shit
Cause it's so hard in this muthafuckin
I many times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud"
But I could leave 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 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 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 up plenty
A penny to be earned in a day is what I'm for
Hopin for, some kind of way to a little more ducats
it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, might as well
Proceed to hustle a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no
The is in the muthafuckin house
Be up out [Name], black folk is over
You know how I know? Gimme the mic and I ya
I teach ya, I reach ya with pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a nigga learned back in Break-A-Bitch
Started, to at the age of 11
Started makin money a nigga turned 12
to induldge at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga was raisin hell
In the hood

[ 3: Eightball ]
So many rappers in 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 don't mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers
Plus I'm a record label gankin me and fuckin me
always promsisin me shit that I will never see
Trick-buster always 'bout we family
But while I was he was snortin up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the streets and said fuck
when this nigga named T Money heard our first track
Pack em up, em out, straight down to Texas
Me and JG ridin Lexus
"Coming Out Hard" on the in the 'Billboard'
Second album and we waitin on our first award
Niggas talkin cause the crew walkin no mo'
Them jealous busters to start shit over hoes
I don't know what is worse, livin bad or good
But the world remind me of my neighborhood

[ 4: MJG ]
See, I'm a self-made hustler, the
who think that two heads are better than one
And to get the job done, son
MJG game in the street 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 Tennessee community
Could it be the future had love for a who
through all type of shit for a bill or two?
Still I do shows for my fans cause my fans buy my
And the tapes make my g's and the g's keeps me
And I when the busters smile all in my face like a hoe
And talk in the down low
Look out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka,
My finger's gettin of the trigger, dig a
Grave, shit, I don't want his boys to have to deal
With the of the trick I just killed
if you can't hang with the stress, best
Wipe the big 'S' off muthafuckin chest
issues, makin sure they fully understood
'bout a nigga life in the muthafuckin hood