Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

[Intro - Joe - talking]
See
People can't relate to it, don't it
Cause they ain't never been there, they from there
I it

[DJ On Point - over last line of Intro (echo)]
As we wrap this up
We this one (Still My Hood)

1 - Joe Budden]
Even though hate 'em (oh),
even though when a nigga try to make a up
(It's a), it's another waitin just to run up
Though sellin rocks for shorts
And every night around you hear them shots go off (talk to 'em)
And know niggaz is rats, boys is wired
And the food in the supermarket's all (whoa)
block's a liquor store, an abandoned building
Drunk parents at the liquor store children (let's go)
Though the sky seems gray, we'll get through the
And even though they fill our schools with metal detectors
Some cops is crooked and indecent
And you can catch a body up the street the precinct
Though we got a lot of shit wrong, a lot of shit on
love it, this the place I was born,
so I sit dedicatin this song
is still my hood

[Chorus - Joe Budden - w/ ad
Now I roam, though they keep the chrome,
it's no like home
This is still my
And it's far fine, I may like other places but they far from mine
Gotta my hood
And I only one place that be like that, if I ever leave, trust
be right back
It's my
It may not be good, it may not be like it
But let me get one understood, this is still my hood

[DJ On - talking over Chorus]
Shout to on the beat
Can't forget NV, what up

[Verse 2 - Joe
You know they got Macs out until ya time's up
And the fuck ya line up (this is still my hood)
up 'cause even though
You can't meet a girl ain't a nigga you know (gotta love my hood)
This the same you can't get a job
They look at you, you young and you black
get the out of dodge (fuck out of here)
Get a gun, get crack, feel like that's our only op'
Tell ourselves we'll fall back as as that money stop (oh!)
They on ya watch (and)
And dudes stand on the corner if life passes us by at least we
watch (talk to 'em)
Clowns get extorted (whoa), gangstas get (whoa)
don't know if she should keep it or abort it (get rid of it)
Cops you'll never catch me, I'm aware all my warrants
And I'm not goin down (naw), naw not goin down (nah)
Carjackings, shootouts is here
And I dare you a ratchet with the serial, yeah
Though you might to raise ya gun, just to raise ya sums
ain't the place you want to raise ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll argue about favorite rapper
Other dudes sit and think of ways they could yak ya
Don't take it personal, just the paper they after
So I keep mine on me, just in case I have to
and still no other place I'd rather
Gotta love my

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Joe
If you've never been, you can't really know it (naw)
System's fucked up, the is overcrowded (whoa)
rates is up and as a matter of fact
A couple of close friends of mine have added to
And I rate nothin it,
I know it seems odd but I it and I love it (naw)
Naw, I hate that I it (yeah, yep)
The same things that to get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss, it's like this
So small, everybody everybody
body after body, it's robbery after robbery
Hookers on the strip, some be a ho
We got a few local legends, I the world'll never know
From Jers to Little Rock, the never die down
B-More, D.C., Compton, Chi-Town, New to VA, ya town's like my town
go

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

- Joe Budden - talking]
Whoa!
This goes out to everybody in every man
no matter where ya at, ya from
New Orleans,
Vancouver, London, T. Dot
Wherever you at, I don't even man [fades out]