Luyện nghe bài hát Hood star

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

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

[Verse
These niggaz wanna be in my shoes, but feet too small
They only yell so I turn to, just to see me
The new code in the streets, used by the phony
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 some and diss him
But none of that surprise me I done through it all
17 years in the game, game, DJ Paul
I done seen the real, I done seen the
I done seen fake turn real to fake
Cause hateism is a disease, it's kinda like
They feed you shit for years, and then they you to your grave

[Verse
First I'm broke, so I hang out the rat and roach
And still broke, cause I'm sleepin on flo's
The hood struggle is to get it, got to the change
See every dark is like the dark cloud of rain
You wonder why niggaz high and they folks
Ain't nuttin to tell you but to pack yo' and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin kick, they smoke a brick
I seen a drug dealer ever call it quits
But get money (yessir~!) Make the pop off
snitchin man they heads will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool it's dangerous when you hood
So don't get lost in the sauce slingin cold