Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

[Intro - Joe Budden -
See
People can't relate to it, don't it
Cause they ain't never been there, 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 they hate 'em (oh),
even though when a nigga try to a come up
(It's a), it's nigga waitin just to run up
Though they sellin for shorts
And night around twelve you hear them 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 liquor store, an abandoned
Drunk parents at the liquor store children (let's go)
Though the sky seems gray, we'll get through the
And even though they fill our grade schools with detectors
Some is crooked and police indecent
And you can a body up the street 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
This is still my

- Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]
Now everywhere I roam, they keep the chrome,
it's no place home
This is still my
And far from fine, I may like other places but they far from mine
Gotta love my
And I only one place that be like that, if I ever leave, trust
I'll be 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 - talking over Chorus]
to Wyks on the beat
Can't forget NV, what up

2 - Joe Budden]
You know they got Macs out until ya time's up
And the barbers'll ya line 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)
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 our only op'
Tell ourselves fall back as soon as that money stop (oh!)
They on ya watch (and)
And dudes stand on the corner like if life passes us by at we
watch (talk to 'em)
Clowns get extorted (whoa), gangstas get (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 all my warrants
And I'm not goin (naw), naw that's not goin down (nah)
Carjackings, shootouts is here
And I dare you find a with the serial, yeah
you might have to raise ya gun, just to raise ya sums
This ain't the you want to raise ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll argue about they 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 keep mine on me, just in case I have to
and still no other that I'd rather
Gotta my hood

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Joe
If you've never been, you can't know about it (naw)
System's fucked up, the is overcrowded (whoa)
Murder rates is up and as a of fact
A couple of friends of mine have added to that
And I rate nothin 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 that to get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss, always like this
So small, knows everybody
It's body after body, it's robbery robbery
Hookers on the strip, girls'll be a ho
We got a few local legends, I the world'll 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

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