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
Lookin back, damn, I was wild as a
Mama showed and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad I was in the streets
I never wanted to work hard, cause shit ain't for me
then only 16, ignorant and curious
Mom's periods cause I wasn't serious
I said school teachers and the church preachers
I to hang 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 cause of this shit
Cause it's so in this muthafuckin business
I many times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud"
But I never leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the drinkin Thunderbird, slingin rocks
They in my hands the cops know 'bout the matchbox
But I can't dope, rappin is the way, gee
And this is just day around the homies

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was into a sleep
from that hay that they distribute on em streets
My world was spinnin from the Rmy that was in me
And we half-stepped 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
Fuck it, shit that I just needed, I just it
Up, hell, nigga as well
Proceed to like a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The nigga with the clout, no doubt
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 this pimpalistic
The shit a nigga learned back in Break-A-Bitch
Started, to at the age of 11
makin money when a nigga turned 12
Started to at the age of 13
At 14 a flatfoot was raisin hell
In the hood

[ VERSE 3: ]
So many rappers in this industry, I don't
it's a bunch of niggas broke with a CD out
It ain't new to me, me and MJG
Had to struggle just to hustle down in
In Memphis, tryin to be a
But rappin don't mean shit to Elvis crackers
Plus I'm with a record label gankin me and me
Niggas always promsisin me that I will never see
always talkin 'bout we family
But while I was he was snortin up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the streets and said that
That's when 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 charts in the
Second album droppin and we waitin on our first
Niggas cause the crew ain't walkin no mo'
Them jealous busters tryin to start shit hoes
I don't know what is worse, bad or livin good
But the whole world me of my neighborhood

[ 4: MJG ]
See, I'm a self-made hustler, the
Niggas who think two heads are better than one
And to get the job done, son
MJG gots game in the street
That me get lifts in the studio
Even though it was of hard as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Mound Tennessee
Could it be the had love for a nigga who
Struggled through all type of shit for a bill or
Still I do shows for my fans cause my fans buy my
And the tapes make my g's and the g's 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 finger's tired of the trigger, dig a
Grave, shit, cause I don't want his to have to deal
With the smell of the trick I just
???? if you hang with the stress, best
the big 'S' off your muthafuckin chest
Press issues, makin they fully understood
'bout a young nigga life in the hood