Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

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

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

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

[Chorus - Joe - w/ ad libs]
Now I roam, though they keep the chrome,
it's no place like
This is still my
And it's far from fine, I may like other but they far from mine
Gotta my hood
And I only know one place 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 thing understood, this is my hood

[DJ On Point - talking over
Shout to on the beat
Can't NV, what up nigga?

[Verse 2 - Joe
You know they got Macs out until ya time's up
And the barbers'll fuck ya up (this is still my hood)
Hold up 'cause even
You can't meet a girl ain't a nigga you know (gotta love my hood)
This the place you can't get a job
They at you, like you young and you black
get the out of dodge (fuck out of here)
Get a gun, get some crack, like that's our only op'
Tell ourselves we'll fall back as soon as that money (oh!)
feast on ya watch (and)
And stand on the corner like if life passes us by at least we
watch (talk to 'em)
Clowns get (whoa), gangstas get recorded (whoa)
Mami don't know if she should 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 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
ain't the place you want to raise ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll argue about they rapper
Other dudes sit and think of different ways could yak ya
Don't take it personal, it's the paper they after
So I keep mine on me, just in I might have to
and still no place that I'd rather
Gotta my hood

[Chorus - w/ ad

[Verse 3 - Joe
If never been, you can't really know about it (naw)
fucked up, the jails is overcrowded (whoa)
Murder rates is up and as a 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 I love it (yeah, yep)
The same that seem to get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss, always like this
So small, everybody knows
It's body after body, it's robbery after
Hookers on the strip, girls'll be a ho
We got a few local legends, I the world'll never know
From Jers to Rock, the hood'll never die down
B-More, D.C., Compton, Chi-Town, New to VA, ya town's like my town
go

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

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