Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

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

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

[Verse 1 - Joe
Even though hate 'em (oh),
even though when a nigga try to make a up
(It's a), it's another nigga waitin 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 liquor store, an abandoned
Drunk at the liquor store abandonin children (let's go)
Though the sky seems gray, we'll get through the
And even though fill our grade schools with metal detectors
cops is crooked and police indecent
And you can catch a body up the 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 dedicatin this song
This is my hood

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

[DJ On Point - over Chorus]
Shout to on the beat
Can't forget NV, what up

[Verse 2 - Joe
You know they got them Macs out ya time's up
And the barbers'll fuck ya up (this is still my hood)
Hold up 'cause even
You can't meet a girl 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 out of dodge (fuck out of here)
Get a gun, get crack, feel like that's our only op'
Tell ourselves we'll fall as soon as that money stop (oh!)
feast on ya watch (and)
And dudes stand on the like if life passes us by at least we
wanna (talk to 'em)
get extorted (whoa), gangstas get recorded (whoa)
Mami 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, 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
This ain't the you want to raise ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll argue about they favorite
Other dudes sit and think of ways they could yak ya
Don't take it personal, it's just the paper they
So I mine on me, just in case I might have to
and no other place that I'd rather
Gotta my hood

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Joe
If you've never been, you can't really about it (naw)
fucked up, the jails is overcrowded (whoa)
Murder rates is up and as a of fact
A couple of close friends of mine have 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 things that seem to get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss, it's like this
So small, everybody everybody
It's body after body, it's robbery after
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 like my
go

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

- Joe Budden - talking]
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 man [fades out]