Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

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

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

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

[Chorus - Joe Budden - w/ ad
Now everywhere I roam, they keep the chrome,
no place like home
This is still my
And it's far from fine, I may like places but they far from mine
love my hood
And I only know one place that be that, if I ever leave, trust
I'll be right
my hood
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 on the beat
Can't forget NV, up nigga?

[Verse 2 - Joe
You know they got Macs out until ya time's up
And the barbers'll fuck ya line up (this is my hood)
Hold up 'cause even
You can't meet a 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 our only op'
Tell ourselves we'll fall back as soon as that money (oh!)
They on ya watch (and)
And dudes stand on the like if life passes us by at least we
watch (talk to 'em)
Clowns get (whoa), gangstas get recorded (whoa)
Mami know if she should keep it or abort it (get rid of it)
you'll never will catch me, I'm aware all my warrants
And I'm not goin down (naw), naw that's not down (nah)
Carjackings, is imperial here
And I dare you find a with the serial, yeah
Though you might have to raise ya gun, to raise ya sums
This ain't the place you want to ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll about they favorite rapper
Other dudes sit and think of different they could yak ya
Don't take it personal, it's the paper they after
So I mine on me, just in case I might have to
and still no other that I'd rather
love my hood

[Chorus - w/ ad

3 - Joe Budden]
If you've never been, you really know about it (naw)
fucked up, the jails is overcrowded (whoa)
Murder is up and as a matter of fact
A of close friends of mine have added to that
And I rate nothin it,
I know it seems odd but I hate it and I 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 always like
So small, knows everybody
It's body body, it's robbery after robbery
on the strip, some girls'll be a ho
We got a few local legends, I guess the world'll never
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

[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]