Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ VERSE 1: ]
Eightball the Fat Mac express
a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass sess
Lookin back, damn, I was wild as a
Mama showed and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad I was stuck in the
I never wanted to hard, cause that shit ain't for me
then only 16, ignorant and curious
Mom's gettin periods cause I serious
I said fuck school and the church preachers
I wanted to hang with my niggas with the street
Back in the days sellin herbs on the
Me and Squeaky doin city-wide shows
dissed, gettin pissed cause of this shit
Cause it's so hard in this muthafuckin
I said many times, "Mama, make you proud"
But I never leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the corner drinkin Thunderbird, rocks
They in my hands cause the cops know 'bout the
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 from hay that they distribute on em streets
My was constantly spinnin from the Rmy that was in me
And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we up plenty
A to be earned in a day is what I'm looking for
Hopin for, some kind of way to make a more ducats
Fuck it, shit I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, might as well
Proceed to like a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no
The pimps is in the muthafuckin
Be up out [Name], black is takin over
You how I know? Gimme the mic and I show ya
I ya, I reach ya with this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a nigga learned in Break-A-Bitch College
Started, to at the age of 11
Started makin money a nigga turned 12
to induldge at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga was raisin hell
In the muthafuckin

[ 3: Eightball ]
So many rappers in this industry, I don't
That a bunch of niggas broke with a CD out
It ain't new to me, me and MJG
Had to just to hustle down in Tennessee
In Memphis, tryin to be a
But rappin don't shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers
Plus I'm with a record label gankin me and me
always promsisin me shit that I will never see
Trick-buster talkin 'bout we family
But while I was rappin he was up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the streets and said fuck
That's when this nigga named T Money heard our first
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 on our first award
talkin cause the crew ain't walkin no mo'
Them jealous busters tryin to start shit over
I don't know what is worse, livin bad or livin
But the world remind me of my neighborhood

[ 4: MJG ]
See, I'm a self-made hustler, the
Niggas who that two heads are better than one
And to get the job done, son
MJG gots in the street 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 community
Could it be the future had for a nigga who
Struggled through all of shit for a bill or two?
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 when the busters smile all in my face like a hoe
And shit in the down low
Look out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka,
My finger's tired of the trigger, dig a
Grave, shit, cause I want his boys to have to deal
With the smell of the trick I killed
???? if you can't hang the stress, best
Wipe the big 'S' off your muthafuckin
Press issues, makin sure they fully
'bout a young nigga in the muthafuckin hood