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: Jennings]
So you this weed
respect that'll cost my nigga
Double through the water if you cross a nigga
It's at the top, don't fall off my nigga
And get lost my
I'm a marijuana smokin, never broken
I don't give a 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 they too small
only yell so I turn to, just 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 hate on him so bad try to turn the against him
Go in the studio like a hoe some bullshit and diss him
But of that surprise me I done been through it all
17 in the game, real game, DJ Paul
I done the real, I done seen the fake
I done seen fake bitches real to fake
Cause hateism is a disease, it's kinda like
They feed you shit for years, and then send you to your grave

Two]
First I'm broke, so I out with the rat and roach
And broke, cause I'm sleepin on apartment 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 robbin folks
Ain't nuttin to tell you but to pack yo' and let it go
Them junkies get a kick, when they smoke a brick
I seen a drug dealer ever call it quits
But get money (yessir~!) Make the pop off
Niggaz snitchin man they will get chopped off
The feds fool it's dangerous when you hood trappin
So get lost in the sauce slingin cold crack'n