Luyện nghe bài hát Hood star

Yuh! Minds, {?}
Three 6 Mafia, Jennings, goin down
Life is man
But don't respect niggaz, y'knahmsayin?
You a man out just for him to dog you out
Niggaz don't 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 fall off my
And get lost my
I'm a marijuana smokin, never broken
I don't give a fuck the po-lice, I'm a hood star!
Sixteen on my Impala
Daddy I'm a gangsta, ahh

[Verse
These niggaz wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too
They only so I turn to, just to see me fall
The new code in the streets, that's used by the
If you cain't beat him, call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad try to the world against him
Go in the studio like a hoe make some and diss him
But of that surprise me I done been through it all
17 years in the game, real game, DJ
I done the real, I done seen 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 sleepin on apartment
The hood is to get it, got to make the change
See every dark is like the cloud full of rain
You why niggaz high and they robbin folks
Ain't 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 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 dangerous when you hood
So don't get lost in the sauce slingin cold