Luyện nghe bài hát Hood star

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

Lyfe Jennings]
So you crack this
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 smokin, never been broken
I don't give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a star!
Sixteen on my Impala
I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, ahh

[Verse
These wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too small
They only yell so I turn to, just to see me
The new code in the streets, used by the phony
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 a hoe make some bullshit and diss him
But none of that surprise me I been through it all
17 in the game, real game, DJ Paul
I done the real, I done 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 they send you to your grave

[Verse
I'm broke, so I hang out with the rat and roach
And still broke, cause I'm on apartment flo's
The hood struggle is to get it, got to make the
See every dark is like the cloud full of rain
You wonder why niggaz high and they folks
Ain't nuttin to tell you but to yo' heat and let it go
junkies get a fuckin kick, when they smoke a brick
I never seen a drug dealer call it quits
But get (yessir~!) Make the block pop off
Niggaz snitchin man they will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool dangerous when you hood trappin
So don't get in the sauce slingin cold crack'n