Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
Eightball the Fat Mac must
While a gettin zooted from the potent-ass sess
Lookin back, damn, I was as a juvenile
Mama showed love and she struggled for her only
But my dad I was stuck in the streets
I never wanted to work hard, cause that ain't for me
Back then only 16, ignorant and
Mom's gettin periods cause I serious
I said fuck school teachers and the church
I wanted to with my niggas with the street sweepers
Back in the days sellin herbs on the
Me and Squeaky doin city-wide shows
Gettin dissed, gettin pissed cause of this
Cause so hard in this muthafuckin business
I said times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud"
But I could never leave the thug life of Mound
I'm on the corner drinkin Thunderbird, slingin
They in my hands cause the cops know 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
Unconscious that hay that they distribute on em streets
My world was constantly spinnin from the Rmy was in me
And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up
A penny to be earned in a day is I'm looking for
Hopin for, some kind of way to a little more ducats
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 house
Be up out [Name], folk is takin over
You know how I know? the mic and I show ya
I teach ya, I reach ya with this knowledge
The shit a nigga back in Break-A-Bitch 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 nigga flatfoot was raisin
In the muthafuckin

[ VERSE 3: ]
So rappers in this industry, I don't doubt
it's a bunch of niggas broke with a CD out
It ain't new to me, me and MJG
Had to struggle to hustle down in Tennessee
In Memphis, to be a rapper
But rappin don't mean shit to Presley-lovin crackers
Plus I'm with a record label gankin me and me
Niggas always promsisin me shit I will never see
Trick-buster always talkin we family
But while I was rappin he was snortin up my
So I got smart, hit the streets and said fuck
when this nigga named T Money heard our first track
Pack em up, move em out, down 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
Niggas cause the crew ain't walkin no mo'
jealous busters tryin to start shit over hoes
I know what is worse, livin 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 that two heads are better one
And to get the job done, son
MJG game in the street sale
makes me get lifts in the studio
Even though it was kind of as far as I can see
up in the Orange Mound Tennessee community
Could it be the future had love for a who
Struggled through all of shit for a bill or two?
Still I do shows for my cause my fans buy my tapes
And the tapes make my g's and the g's keeps me
And I hate when the busters 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 don't want his boys to have to
With the smell of the trick I killed
???? if you can't hang the stress, best
the big 'S' off your muthafuckin chest
Press issues, makin sure they fully
a young nigga life in the muthafuckin hood