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, they ain't from
I it

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

[Verse 1 - Joe
Even though hate 'em (oh),
even though when a try to make a come up
(It's a), another nigga waitin just to run up
they sellin rocks for shorts
And every night twelve you hear 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 building
Drunk parents at the liquor store children (let's go)
Though the sky gray, we'll get through the weather
And even though they fill our grade schools metal detectors
Some cops is crooked and indecent
And you can catch a up the street from the precinct
Though we got a lot of wrong, a lot of shit goin on
Gotta it, this the place I was born,
so I sit here dedicatin this
is still my hood

[Chorus - Joe - w/ ad libs]
Now everywhere I roam, they keep the chrome,
it's no like home
is still my hood
And it's far 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 right
my hood
It may not be good, it may not be it should
But let me get one understood, this is still my hood

[DJ On - talking over Chorus]
Shout to Wyks on the
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 line up (this is my hood)
Hold up 'cause though
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 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
wanna (talk to 'em)
Clowns get (whoa), gangstas get recorded (whoa)
don't know if she should 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
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 argue about favorite rapper
Other dudes sit and think of ways they could yak ya
Don't take it personal, it's just the they after
So I keep mine on me, in case I might have to
and still no other that I'd rather
Gotta my hood

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Joe
If you've been, you can't really know about it (naw)
System's fucked up, the is overcrowded (whoa)
Murder rates is up and as a of fact
A couple of close friends of mine added to that
And I nothin above it,
I it seems odd but I hate it and I love it (naw)
Naw, I that I love it (yeah, yep)
The things that seem to get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss, it's always like
So small, knows everybody
It's body after body, it's 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 die down
B-More, D.C., Compton, Chi-Town, New York to VA, ya town's like my
go

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

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