Luyện nghe bài hát Hood star

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

[Chorus: Jennings]
So you this weed
It's respect that'll cost my
Double back the water if you cross a nigga
It's greasy at the top, don't off my nigga
And get my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin, been broken
I don't a fuck 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 feet too
They only yell so I turn to, just to see me
The new code in the streets, that's 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 like a hoe make some bullshit and him
But none of that surprise me I done been it all
17 years in the game, game, DJ Paul
I done seen the real, I done seen the
I done fake bitches turn real to fake
Cause hateism is a disease, it's like 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 still broke, I'm sleepin 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 robbin folks
nuttin to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin kick, when they smoke a
I never seen a drug ever call it quits
But get (yessir~!) Make the block pop off
snitchin man they heads will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool it's when you hood trappin
So don't get lost in the sauce slingin cold