Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
Eightball the Fat Mac express
a nigga's gettin 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 stuck in the
I never wanted to work hard, cause that shit for me
Back then only 16, and curious
Mom's gettin periods cause I wasn't
I said fuck school teachers and the church
I wanted to hang with my niggas with the street
Back in the sellin herbs on the [Name]
Me and doin city-wide talent shows
Gettin dissed, gettin pissed cause of shit
it's so hard 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 Thunderbird, slingin rocks
They in my hands cause the 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 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 on them blunts, we chiefed up plenty
A penny to be in a day is what I'm looking for
Hopin for, some kind of way to a little more ducats
it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, might as well
to hustle like 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? Gimme the mic and I ya
I teach ya, I reach ya with pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a nigga learned back in Break-A-Bitch
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 hood

[ VERSE 3: ]
So rappers in this industry, I don't doubt
That it's a bunch of niggas broke a CD out
It ain't new to me, me and MJG
Had to struggle just to hustle in Tennessee
In Memphis, to be a rapper
But don't mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers
Plus I'm a record label gankin me and fuckin me
Niggas always promsisin me that I will never see
Trick-buster always '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, move em out, straight down to
Me and JG ridin drop-top
"Coming Out Hard" on the in the 'Billboard'
album droppin and we waitin on our first award
Niggas talkin cause the crew walkin no mo'
Them jealous busters tryin to start shit over
I know what 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 sale
That me get lifts in the studio
Even it was kind of hard as far as I can see
Growin up in the Mound Tennessee community
Could it be the had love for a nigga who
Struggled through all of shit for a bill or two?
Still I do for my fans cause my fans buy my tapes
And the tapes make my g's and the g's keeps me
And I when the busters smile all in my face like a hoe
And talk shit in the low
out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka, niggas
My finger's tired of the trigger, dig a
Grave, shit, cause I don't want his to have to deal
With the smell of the trick I killed
???? if you can't with the stress, best
Wipe the big 'S' off your muthafuckin
Press issues, makin sure fully understood
'bout a young nigga in the muthafuckin hood