Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
Eightball the Fat Mac express
a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass sess
Lookin back, damn, I was as a juvenile
Mama showed love and she for her only child
But like my dad I was in the streets
I never wanted to work hard, cause that shit for me
then only 16, ignorant and curious
Mom's periods cause I wasn't serious
I said fuck school and the church preachers
I wanted to hang with my with the street sweepers
Back in the days herbs on the [Name]
Me and doin city-wide talent shows
Gettin dissed, gettin pissed of this shit
it's so hard in this muthafuckin business
I said many times, "Mama, I'ma you proud"
But I could never the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the drinkin Thunderbird, slingin rocks
They in my hands cause the cops know 'bout the
But I sell dope, rappin is the way, gee
And is just another day around the homies

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was into a sleep
Unconscious that hay that they distribute on em streets
My world was constantly from the Rmy that was in me
And we ain't on them blunts, we chiefed up plenty
A penny to be earned in a day is I'm looking for
Hopin for, some kind of way to make a little ducats
it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, nigga as well
Proceed to hustle like a
MJ G
The with the muthafuckin clout, no doubt
The pimps is in the muthafuckin
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 this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a learned back in Break-A-Bitch College
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 raisin
In the hood

[ VERSE 3: ]
So many rappers in this industry, I don't
That 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, to be a rapper
But rappin don't shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers
Plus I'm with a label gankin me and fuckin me
Niggas always promsisin me shit that I will see
Trick-buster talkin 'bout we family
But while I was rappin he was snortin up my
So I got smart, hit the and said fuck that
That's when this nigga named T Money our first track
Pack em up, move em out, straight to Texas
Me and JG drop-top Lexus
"Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the
Second album droppin and we waitin on our first
Niggas talkin cause the crew ain't no mo'
Them jealous busters tryin to start shit hoes
I don't what is worse, livin bad or livin good
But the whole remind 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 game in the sale
That makes me get lifts in the
Even though it was kind of as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Mound Tennessee
Could it be the future had for a nigga who
Struggled through all type of shit for a bill or
Still I do for my fans cause my fans buy my tapes
And the make my g's and the g's keeps me straight
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, cause I don't his boys to have to deal
With the smell of the trick I just
if you can't hang with the stress, best
Wipe the big 'S' off your muthafuckin
Press issues, makin sure they fully
'bout a young life in the muthafuckin hood