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 as a juvenile
Mama showed love and she for her only child
But like my dad I was in the streets
I never wanted to work hard, 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 hang with my niggas the street sweepers
Back in the days herbs on the [Name]
Me and Squeaky doin talent shows
Gettin dissed, pissed cause of this shit
Cause so hard in this muthafuckin business
I said many times, "Mama, make you proud"
But I could leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the drinkin Thunderbird, slingin rocks
They in my cause the cops know 'bout the matchbox
But I can't sell dope, is the way, gee
And this is just another day around the

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was deep into a
Unconscious from that hay that they on em streets
My was constantly spinnin from the Rmy that 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
for, some kind of way to make a little more ducats
Fuck it, shit that I just needed, I stuck it
Up, hell, might as well
Proceed to hustle a p-i-m-p
MJ G
The nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no
The pimps is in the muthafuckin
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 this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a learned back in Break-A-Bitch College
Started, to at the age of 11
Started makin money when a turned 12
Started to at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga flatfoot was raisin
In the muthafuckin

[ 3: Eightball ]
So many in this industry, I don't doubt
That it's a bunch of broke with a CD out
It new to me, cause 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 gankin me and fuckin me
Niggas promsisin me shit that I will never see
Trick-buster always talkin we family
But while I was he was snortin up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the streets and fuck that
That's when this nigga named T Money heard our track
Pack em up, em out, straight down to Texas
Me and JG ridin drop-top
"Coming Out Hard" on the in the 'Billboard'
Second album and we waitin on our first award
talkin cause the crew ain't walkin no mo'
Them jealous busters tryin to start over hoes
I don't know what is worse, bad or livin good
But the whole world remind me of my

[ 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 game in the sale
That makes me get in the studio
Even though it was kind of as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Tennessee community
Could it be the future had love for a who
through all type of shit for a bill or two?
Still I do shows for my fans cause my buy my tapes
And the make my g's and the g's keeps 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 his boys to have to deal
With the smell of the trick I just
if you can't hang with the stress, best
Wipe the big 'S' off your muthafuckin
Press issues, sure they fully understood
'bout a young nigga in the muthafuckin hood