Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
the Fat Mac must express
While a nigga's zooted from the potent-ass sess
Lookin back, damn, I was as a juvenile
Mama love and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad I was in the streets
I never wanted to hard, cause that shit ain't for me
Back only 16, ignorant and curious
Mom's periods cause I wasn't serious
I fuck school teachers and the church preachers
I wanted to hang my niggas with the street sweepers
Back in the days herbs on the [Name]
Me and Squeaky doin city-wide shows
Gettin dissed, pissed cause 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 Thunderbird, slingin rocks
They in my hands the cops know 'bout the matchbox
But I sell dope, rappin is the way, gee
And this is another day around the homies

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was deep a sleep
Unconscious from that hay that they distribute on em
My world was constantly from the Rmy that was in me
And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we 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 that I needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, might as well
Proceed to hustle a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The nigga the muthafuckin clout, no doubt
The pimps is in the muthafuckin
Be up out [Name], folk is takin over
You how I know? Gimme the mic and I show ya
I ya, I reach ya with this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a nigga learned in Break-A-Bitch College
Started, to at the age of 11
makin money when a nigga turned 12
Started to at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga was raisin hell
In the hood

[ 3: Eightball ]
So rappers in this industry, I don't doubt
That it's a of niggas broke with a CD out
It ain't new to me, me and MJG
Had to struggle just to down in Tennessee
In Memphis, to be a rapper
But rappin don't mean to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers
I'm with a record label gankin me and fuckin me
Niggas always promsisin me that I will never see
always talkin 'bout we family
But I was rappin he was snortin up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the and said 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 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 is worse, livin bad or livin good
But the whole remind me of my neighborhood

[ 4: MJG ]
See, I'm a self-made hustler, the
Niggas who think that two are better than one
And to get the job done, son
MJG gots game in the sale
That makes me get in the studio
though it was kind of hard as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Mound community
Could it be the future had for a nigga who
Struggled through all type of shit for a 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 when the busters smile all in my face like a hoe
And talk in the down low
Look out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka,
My gettin tired 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 your chest
Press issues, makin sure fully understood
'bout a young nigga in the muthafuckin hood