Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

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

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

1 - Joe Budden]
Even they hate 'em (oh),
even though when a nigga try to a come up
(It's a), another nigga waitin just to run up
they 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 all expired (whoa)
Every block's a liquor store, an building
Drunk parents at the liquor abandonin children (let's go)
Though the sky seems gray, get through the weather
And though they fill our grade schools with metal detectors
Some cops is and police indecent
And you can catch a up the street from the precinct
Though we got a lot of shit wrong, a lot of goin on
Gotta love it, this the I was born,
so I sit here dedicatin song
This is my hood

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

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

2 - Joe Budden]
You know they got them Macs out 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)
the same place you can't get a job
They look at you, like you and you black
get the out of dodge (fuck out of here)
Get a gun, get some crack, feel like our only op'
Tell ourselves we'll fall back as as that money stop (oh!)
They on ya watch (and)
And dudes stand on the corner if life passes us by at least we
wanna (talk to 'em)
Clowns get extorted (whoa), get recorded (whoa)
don't know 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 down (naw), naw that's not goin down (nah)
Carjackings, is imperial here
And I dare you find a ratchet the serial, yeah
Though you have to raise ya gun, just to raise ya sums
ain't the place you want to raise ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll argue about they rapper
Other dudes sit and think of different ways they yak ya
Don't take it personal, it's the paper they after
So I keep on me, just 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 know about it (naw)
fucked up, the jails is overcrowded (whoa)
Murder is up and as a matter of fact
A couple of close of mine have added to that
And I nothin above it,
I know it seems odd but I it and I love it (naw)
Naw, I that I love it (yeah, yep)
The same things seem to get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss, it's always this
So small, everybody everybody
It's body after body, it's after robbery
Hookers on the strip, girls'll be a ho
We got a few local legends, I guess the never know
From Jers to Rock, the hood'll 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 Budden -
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 care man out]