Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

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

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

[Verse 1 - Joe
Even they hate 'em (oh),
though when a nigga try to make a come up
(It's a), it's nigga waitin just to run up
Though sellin rocks for shorts
And every night around twelve you them shots go off (talk to 'em)
And know niggaz is rats, boys is wired
And the food in the supermarket's all (whoa)
Every block's a liquor store, an abandoned
Drunk at the liquor store abandonin children (let's go)
the sky seems gray, we'll get through the weather
And even though they fill our schools with metal detectors
Some cops is crooked and police
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 love it, the place I was born,
so I sit here this song
is still my hood

[Chorus - Joe - w/ ad libs]
Now everywhere I roam, though they the chrome,
it's no place home
This is my hood
And it's far from fine, I may other places but they far from mine
love my hood
And I only know one that 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 - over Chorus]
to Wyks on the beat
Can't NV, what up nigga?

2 - Joe Budden]
You know they got them Macs out until ya up
And the barbers'll fuck ya up (this is still my hood)
up 'cause even though
You can't meet a girl ain't fucked a nigga you (gotta love my hood)
This the same place you get a job
They look at you, you young and you black
get the out of dodge (fuck out of here)
Get a gun, get some crack, feel like that's our op'
ourselves 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 (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 goin down (naw), naw that's not down (nah)
Carjackings, shootouts is here
And I dare you find a ratchet the serial, yeah
Though you might have to ya gun, just to raise ya sums
This ain't the you want to raise ya son (never that)
A few argue about they favorite rapper
dudes sit and think of different ways they could yak ya
Don't take it personal, it's just the they after
So I keep mine on me, just in case I might to
and still no other place I'd rather
Gotta love my

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Joe
If never been, you can't really know about it (naw)
System's 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 rate above it,
I know it seems odd but I it and I love it (naw)
Naw, I hate that I it (yeah, yep)
The same things that seem to get me pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss, it's like this
So small, everybody everybody
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
From to Little Rock, the hood'll never die down
B-More, D.C., Compton, Chi-Town, New York to VA, ya town's my town
go

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

[Outro - Joe Budden -
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 care man out]