Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

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

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

[Verse 1 - Joe
Even though hate 'em (oh),
even though when a try to make a come up
(It's a), another nigga waitin just to run up
Though sellin rocks for shorts
And every night around twelve you hear shots go off (talk to 'em)
And know niggaz is rats, some is wired
And the food in the all expired (whoa)
Every block's a liquor store, an abandoned
Drunk parents at the liquor store abandonin (let's go)
Though the sky seems gray, we'll get through the
And even though they fill our grade schools metal detectors
Some cops is and police indecent
And you can a body up the street 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 still my

- Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]
Now everywhere I roam, though keep the chrome,
it's no place home
This is still my
And it's far from fine, I may like places but they far from mine
Gotta my hood
And I only 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, this is still my

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

[Verse 2 - Joe
You know got them 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 ain't fucked a nigga you know (gotta love my hood)
the same place you can't get a job
They at you, like you young and you black
get the fuck out of (fuck out of here)
Get a gun, get some crack, feel like that's our op'
Tell we'll fall back as soon as that money stop (oh!)
They feast on ya (and)
And stand 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 not goin down (nah)
Carjackings, shootouts is imperial
And I you find 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 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 might to
and still no other place I'd rather
Gotta my hood

- w/ ad libs]

3 - Joe Budden]
If you've been, you can't really know about 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 have added to that
And I rate above it,
I know it odd but I hate 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 always this
So small, knows everybody
It's body after body, it's robbery robbery
on the strip, some girls'll 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 York to VA, ya like my town
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]