Luyện nghe bài hát Hood star

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

[Chorus: Lyfe
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 my nigga
I'm a smokin, never been broken
I don't give a about the po-lice, I'm a hood star!
inches on my Impala
Daddy I'm a gangsta, ahh

[Verse
These niggaz be in my shoes, but they feet too small
They only yell so I to, just to see me fall
The new code in the streets, that's used by the
If you beat him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad try to the world against him
Go in the studio a hoe make some bullshit and diss him
But none of that surprise me I done through it all
17 in the game, real game, DJ Paul
I done seen the real, I seen the fake
I done fake bitches turn real to fake
Cause hateism is a disease, it's kinda AIDS
They feed you shit for years, and then they you to your grave

[Verse
First I'm broke, so I hang out with the rat and
And broke, cause I'm sleepin on apartment flo's
The struggle is to get it, got to make the change
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 man they heads will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool dangerous when you hood trappin
So don't get lost in the slingin cold crack'n