Luyện nghe bài hát Hood star

Yuh! Minds, {?}
Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, down
is beautiful man
But don't respect niggaz, y'knahmsayin?
You help a man out for him to dog you out
don't appreciate shit, fuck 'em all!

[Chorus: Lyfe
So you this weed
It's respect cost my nigga
Double back through the water if you cross a
It's greasy at the top, fall off my nigga
And get my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin, been broken
I don't a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star!
Sixteen on my Impala
I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, ahh

[Verse
These wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too small
They only yell so I turn to, to see me fall
The new code in the streets, that's used by the
If you cain't beat him, call the police on him
Or on him so bad try to turn the world against him
Go in the studio like a hoe make bullshit and diss him
But none of that surprise me I done been it all
17 years in the game, real game, DJ
I done seen the real, I seen the fake
I done seen bitches turn real to fake
Cause is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS
They feed you shit for years, and then they send you to your

[Verse
First I'm broke, so I hang out the rat and roach
And still broke, I'm sleepin on apartment flo's
The hood struggle is to get it, got to make the
See every dark is like the dark full of rain
You wonder why niggaz high and they robbin
nuttin to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin kick, when they smoke a
I never seen a dealer ever call it quits
But get money (yessir~!) Make the pop off
Niggaz snitchin man they will get chopped off
The tappin fool it's dangerous when you hood trappin
So get lost in the sauce slingin cold crack'n