Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

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

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

[Verse 1 - Joe
though they hate 'em (oh),
even when a nigga try to make a come up
(It's a), it's another nigga just to run up
Though they sellin for shorts
And every night around twelve you hear them go off (talk to 'em)
And know niggaz is rats, boys is wired
And the in the supermarket's all expired (whoa)
Every block's a liquor store, an abandoned
Drunk parents at the store abandonin children (let's go)
the sky seems 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 body up the street from the
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 everywhere I roam, they keep the chrome,
no place like home
This is still my
And it's far fine, I may like other places 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 - talking over Chorus]
Shout to Wyks on the
Can't forget NV, up nigga?

[Verse 2 - Joe
You know got them Macs out until ya time's up
And the barbers'll fuck ya line up (this is my hood)
Hold up 'cause though
You can't a girl ain't fucked a nigga you know (gotta love my hood)
This the same you can't get a job
They look at you, you young 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!)
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 don't if she should keep it or abort it (get rid of it)
Cops never will catch me, I'm aware all my warrants
And I'm not goin down (naw), naw that's not down (nah)
Carjackings, shootouts is imperial
And I dare you find a ratchet the serial, yeah
Though you might have to raise ya gun, to raise ya sums
ain't the place 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
take it personal, it's just the paper they after
So I keep mine on me, just in case I have to
and still no other place that I'd
Gotta my hood

[Chorus - w/ ad

3 - Joe Budden]
If you've been, you can't really know about it (naw)
fucked up, the jails is overcrowded (whoa)
Murder rates is up and as a matter of
A of close friends of mine have added to that
And I nothin above 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 always
As soon as I leave, I always miss, always like this
So small, everybody everybody
body after body, it's robbery after robbery
Hookers on the strip, some 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 like my town
go

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

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