Luyện nghe bài hát Call Me Hood

If anybody ask you whether you in this game, you tell 'em you in it for life.
You play it hard, you play it tight, you make sure niggas know you gonna stand by people.

- Roc City]
It seems like the keep calling me
I'm a fiend for my hood
Crooked police keep they on me
But I won't my hood
So they call me ghetto, me goon
Call me gangster, but I call me
Call me convict, call me
Call me trouble, but I call me

1]
Ghetto boy, boy
Wilding a little boy
All I was pain, Lord
won't you send me joy
God have heard my prayers
Came to me in my
It's been over 6
And my still clean
Oh-oh, oh-oh, that's
I'm living my
I'm in the street, right on my
We all night
So me what you wanna call me
I did all them corners
Gun shots, tears
I done lost a couple
of a violent hood
Product of a dirty
I ain't going to jail
let them judge me once
Call me dumb, call me
Fine, you can me stupid
Cause I come, flying the hood
When I get new shit
from crumbs man
I done what I could
at me I made it out
But still I'm a hood nigga
Oh-oh, that's
I'm like I'm falling see
now and then I hear it
The streets is me

- Roc City]
It like the streets keep calling me
I'm a fiend for my hood
Crooked keep they eyes on me
But I won't leave my
So call me ghetto, call me goon
Call me gangster, but I me hood
Call me convict, call me
me trouble, but I call me hood

[Verse 2 -
Yeah, packed jails, closed
Overcrowded
College girls on poles
Feeling like we all
Rock sellers, God us
Why let the cops kills us
understand unless
You're standing on them blocks us
and tears, show no fear
Candles for my peers
teens, broken dreams
But I still it here
Yes I I love it here
a breath, smell the air
Look around, feel the
You can sense the near
New babies, fathers
Drugs the household
Alcohol, aids,
Tell me something I know
me where the hope is at
Real you can me that
Never goin far
The streets is always back

- Roc City]
Even though I the struggle
Even I seen the struggle
My whole was a struggle
all that I know
Always on my
I'm taught to, I to hustle
Money on my mind
And I let it go
See this here is of the realest
And if you real you will feel it
So if you don't it, don't speak it
I it hard for you to not see it

[Hook - Roc
It seems the streets keep calling me
I'm just a fiend for my
Crooked keep they eyes on me
But I won't my hood
So they call me ghetto, call me
Call me gangster, but I me hood
Call me convict, call me
me trouble, but I call me hood