Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
the Fat Mac must express
While a nigga's gettin from the potent-ass sess
Lookin back, damn, I was as a juvenile
Mama showed and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad I was in the streets
I wanted to work hard, cause that shit ain't for me
Back then only 16, and curious
Mom's gettin periods I wasn't serious
I fuck school teachers and the church preachers
I wanted to hang with my niggas the street sweepers
Back in the days sellin herbs on the
Me and Squeaky doin city-wide talent
Gettin dissed, gettin pissed cause of this
Cause so hard in this muthafuckin business
I many times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud"
But I could leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the corner Thunderbird, slingin rocks
in my hands cause the cops know 'bout the matchbox
But I sell dope, rappin is the way, gee
And this is just another day the homies

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was deep a sleep
Unconscious that hay that they distribute on em streets
My world was constantly spinnin the Rmy that was in me
And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we up plenty
A penny to be earned in a day is what I'm for
Hopin for, some kind of way to make a little more
Fuck it, that I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, nigga might as
Proceed to like a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The nigga with the clout, no doubt
The pimps is in the muthafuckin
Be up out [Name], black is takin over
You know how I know? Gimme the mic and I ya
I teach ya, I reach ya this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a nigga learned back in College
Started, to at the age of 11
Started makin when a nigga turned 12
Started to at the age of 13
At 14 a flatfoot was raisin hell
In the muthafuckin

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

[ 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 me get lifts in the studio
Even it was kind of hard as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Mound Tennessee
Could it be the future had love for a who
through all type of shit for a bill or two?
Still I do for my fans cause my fans buy my tapes
And the tapes my g's and the g's keeps me straight
And I when the busters smile all in my face like 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 want his boys to have to deal
With the of the trick I just killed
???? if you can't hang with the stress,
Wipe the big 'S' off your muthafuckin
issues, makin sure they fully understood
'bout a nigga life in the muthafuckin hood