Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

[Intro - Joe - talking]
See
People can't to it, don't understand it
Cause they ain't been there, they 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)

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

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

[DJ On - talking over Chorus]
Shout to 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 meet a girl ain't a nigga you know (gotta love my hood)
This the place you can't get a job
They look at you, like you young and you
get the fuck out of (fuck out of here)
Get a gun, get some crack, feel like our only op'
Tell we'll fall back as soon as that money stop (oh!)
They on ya watch (and)
And stand on the corner like if life passes us by at least we
watch (talk to 'em)
Clowns get extorted (whoa), get recorded (whoa)
Mami don't know if she 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 the serial, yeah
Though you might have to raise ya gun, to raise ya sums
This ain't the place you to raise ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll argue about favorite rapper
Other dudes sit and of different ways they could yak ya
Don't it personal, it's just the paper they after
So I keep mine on me, just in case I have to
and still no other place that I'd
Gotta my hood

[Chorus - w/ ad

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

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

- Joe Budden - talking]
Whoa!
This goes out to everybody in every man
no where ya at, where ya from
New Orleans,
Vancouver, London, T. Dot
Wherever you at, I even care man [fades out]