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
Niggaz appreciate shit, fuck 'em all!

[Chorus: Lyfe
So you crack weed
It's that'll cost my nigga
Double back the water if you cross a nigga
It's at the top, don't fall off my nigga
And get my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin, never been
I don't a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star!
inches on my Impala
Daddy I'm a gangsta, ahh

[Verse
These niggaz wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too
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 him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad try to turn the against him
Go in the studio like a hoe make bullshit 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 the fake
I done seen fake turn real to fake
hateism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS
They feed you shit for years, and they send you to your grave

[Verse
First I'm broke, so I hang out with the rat and
And still broke, cause I'm on apartment flo's
The hood struggle is to get it, got to the change
See every is like the dark cloud full of rain
You why niggaz high and they robbin 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 never a drug dealer ever call it quits
But get money (yessir~!) the block pop off
Niggaz snitchin man they heads get chopped off
The feds tappin fool it's when you hood trappin
So don't get lost in the sauce cold crack'n