Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

[Intro - Joe Budden -
See
People relate to it, don't understand it
Cause they ain't never been there, they ain't there
I it

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

[Verse 1 - Joe
though they hate 'em (oh),
even though when a try to make a come up
(It's a), another nigga waitin just to run up
Though they sellin for shorts
And every night twelve you hear them shots go off (talk to 'em)
And niggaz is rats, some boys is wired
And the food in the supermarket's all (whoa)
Every block's a liquor store, an abandoned
Drunk parents at the store abandonin children (let's go)
Though the sky seems gray, we'll get the weather
And even they fill our grade schools with metal detectors
Some is crooked and police indecent
And you can catch a body up the from the precinct
we got a lot of shit wrong, a lot of shit goin on
Gotta it, this the place I was born,
so I sit here this song
This is my hood

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

[DJ On Point - talking over
to Wyks on the beat
Can't forget NV, what up

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

[Chorus - w/ ad

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

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

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