Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
the Fat Mac must express
While a gettin zooted from the potent-ass sess
back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile
Mama showed love and she for her only child
But like my dad I was stuck in the
I never wanted to work hard, that shit ain't for me
Back then only 16, and curious
Mom's gettin periods I wasn't serious
I said fuck school teachers and the church
I wanted to with my niggas with the street sweepers
Back in the days sellin on the [Name]
Me and Squeaky doin city-wide talent
Gettin dissed, gettin pissed cause of this
Cause it's so hard in this business
I said many times, "Mama, I'ma you proud"
But I never leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the corner drinkin Thunderbird, rocks
They in my hands cause the cops know 'bout the
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 into a
Unconscious from that hay 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 penny to be in a day is what I'm looking for
Hopin for, some of way to make a little more ducats
Fuck it, 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 with the clout, no doubt
The pimps is in the house
Be up out [Name], black is takin over
You know how I Gimme the mic and I show ya
I teach ya, I reach ya with pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a learned back in Break-A-Bitch College
Started, to at the age of 11
Started makin when a nigga turned 12
to induldge at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga flatfoot was raisin
In the hood

[ 3: Eightball ]
So many rappers in this industry, I doubt
That it's a of niggas broke with a CD out
It ain't new to me, me and MJG
Had to just to hustle down in Tennessee
In Memphis, to be a rapper
But rappin mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers
I'm with a record label gankin me and fuckin me
Niggas always promsisin me shit that I never see
Trick-buster always talkin 'bout we
But while I was he was snortin up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the streets and fuck that
That's when this nigga named T heard our first track
Pack em up, move em out, straight down to
Me and JG ridin Lexus
"Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the
album droppin and we waitin on our first award
Niggas talkin cause the ain't walkin no mo'
Them jealous busters to start shit over hoes
I don't know what is worse, livin bad or livin
But the world remind me of my neighborhood

[ 4: MJG ]
See, I'm a hustler, trustin the
Niggas who think that two heads are than one
And to get the job done, son
MJG gots game in the street
That makes me get lifts in the
though it was kind of hard as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Mound community
Could it be the had love for a nigga who
through all type of shit 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 the busters smile all in my face like a hoe
And talk shit in the low
out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka, niggas
My finger's tired of the trigger, dig a
Grave, shit, cause I don't want his to have to deal
the smell of the trick I just killed
???? if you can't hang with the stress,
the big 'S' off your muthafuckin chest
Press issues, makin sure fully understood
'bout a young life in the muthafuckin hood