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 wild as a
Mama love and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad I was in the streets
I never to work hard, cause that shit ain't for me
then only 16, ignorant and curious
Mom's gettin cause I wasn't serious
I said fuck school teachers and the preachers
I wanted to with my niggas with the street sweepers
Back in the days sellin herbs on the
Me and Squeaky doin talent shows
Gettin dissed, gettin cause of this shit
Cause it's so in this muthafuckin business
I said 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 cause the cops know 'bout the matchbox
But I sell dope, rappin is the way, gee
And is just another day around the homies

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was deep a sleep
from that hay that they distribute on em streets
My was constantly spinnin 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
for, some kind of way to make a little more ducats
Fuck it, that I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, nigga as well
Proceed to hustle a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The nigga the muthafuckin clout, no doubt
The pimps is in the house
Be up out [Name], folk is takin over
You know how I know? the mic and I show ya
I ya, I reach ya with this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a nigga learned back in Break-A-Bitch
Started, to at the age of 11
Started makin money when a turned 12
Started to at the age of 13
At 14 a flatfoot was raisin hell
In the muthafuckin

[ VERSE 3: ]
So rappers in this industry, I don't doubt
That a bunch 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, tryin to be a
But rappin don't mean shit to Presley-lovin crackers
Plus I'm with a record label me and fuckin me
always promsisin me shit that I will never see
Trick-buster always talkin 'bout we
But while I was rappin he was snortin up my
So I got smart, hit the streets and fuck that
when this nigga named T Money heard 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 droppin and we waitin on our first award
talkin cause the crew ain't walkin no mo'
Them busters tryin to start shit over 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 self-made hustler, the
Niggas who think that two heads are than one
And to get the job done, son
MJG gots in the street sale
That me get lifts in the studio
Even though it was kind of as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Mound community
Could it be the future had love for a who
Struggled through all type of shit for a bill or
Still I do shows for my fans cause my buy my tapes
And the tapes my g's and the g's keeps me straight
And I hate when the busters smile all in my face a hoe
And shit in the down low
out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka, niggas
My finger's gettin of the trigger, dig a
Grave, shit, cause I don't want his boys to to deal
With the smell of the I just killed
???? if you can't with the stress, best
Wipe the big 'S' off your chest
Press issues, makin they fully understood
a young nigga life in the muthafuckin hood