Luyện nghe bài hát Hood star

Yuh! Minds, {?}
Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin
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!

[Chorus: Lyfe
So you crack weed
It's respect cost my nigga
Double back through the 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, never been
I give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star!
Sixteen inches on my
I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, ahh

[Verse
These niggaz wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too
They 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 him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad try to turn the world him
Go in the studio like a hoe make some bullshit and him
But none of that 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 turn to fake
Cause hateism is a disease, kinda like AIDS
They feed you for years, and then they send you to your grave

[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 the dark cloud full of rain
You wonder why niggaz high and robbin folks
Ain't to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go
Them junkies get a kick, when they smoke a brick
I never seen a drug dealer ever call it
But get money (yessir~!) Make the pop off
Niggaz snitchin man they will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool it's when you hood trappin
So don't get lost in the sauce slingin cold