Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

[Intro - Joe Budden -
See
People can't relate to it, don't 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 make a up
(It's a), it's another nigga just to run up
Though they sellin rocks for
And every night around twelve you 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 a liquor store, an abandoned building
parents at the liquor store abandonin children (let's go)
Though the sky gray, we'll get through the weather
And even though they fill our grade schools with metal
cops is crooked and police indecent
And you can catch a body up the street from the
Though we got a lot of shit wrong, a lot of goin on
Gotta love it, the place I was born,
so I sit here dedicatin song
This is my hood

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

[DJ On - talking over Chorus]
Shout to Wyks on the
Can't forget NV, up nigga?

[Verse 2 - Joe
You know they got them out until ya time's up
And the barbers'll fuck ya up (this is still my hood)
Hold up even though
You meet a girl ain't fucked a nigga you know (gotta love my hood)
This the same place you 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 that's our op'
Tell ourselves we'll fall back as soon as money stop (oh!)
They on ya watch (and)
And dudes on the corner like if life passes us by at least we
wanna (talk to 'em)
get extorted (whoa), gangstas get recorded (whoa)
Mami don't know if she keep it or abort it (get rid of it)
Cops you'll never will catch me, I'm aware all my
And I'm not down (naw), naw that's not goin down (nah)
Carjackings, shootouts is here
And I dare you a ratchet with the serial, yeah
Though you might have to raise ya gun, to raise ya sums
ain't the place you want to raise ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll argue they 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, in case I might have to
and no other place that I'd rather
Gotta my hood

[Chorus - w/ ad

3 - Joe Budden]
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 couple of close friends of mine have to that
And I nothin above it,
I know it odd but I hate it and I love it (naw)
Naw, I hate I love it (yeah, yep)
The same things seem to get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I miss, it's always like this
So small, everybody knows
It's after body, it's robbery after robbery
on the strip, some girls'll be a ho
We got a few local legends, I guess the never know
Jers to Little Rock, the hood'll never die down
B-More, D.C., Compton, Chi-Town, New York to VA, ya town's like my
go

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

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