Luyện nghe bài hát Hood star

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

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

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

[Verse
First I'm broke, so I out with 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 cloud of rain
You wonder why niggaz and they robbin folks
Ain't nuttin to tell you but to yo' heat and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin kick, when they a brick
I seen a drug dealer ever call it quits
But get money (yessir~!) Make the pop off
Niggaz man they heads will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool it's dangerous you hood trappin
So don't get in the sauce slingin cold crack'n