Luyện nghe bài hát They Say

growin up i was a knucklehead, boy you never listen to me! wat my momma said
im from the projects, i aint never had shit, me and my older brother, we had to a mattress
no heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit, my left me at 8, in an out my life and shit
gang bangas dope dealers replaced my father, neighborhood hustlas taught me to get dollas
thats i became a problem, product of my environment, its hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman
you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin and them shots firin all the time it happens frequently
the hood inspired him to be a G, i for the game did it all for the letter B
the big homie gave me the name jay rock, this aint no rap its a real life story on watts livin nigga
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you can take, me out the hood, but you cant take the hood out me, and the way it forever gon be, but i cant help it im gutta, i shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out
that project run deep in my veins now, and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it
and all my life i been gang banged out that project shit runnin deep in my now

let me take you on a detour, eastside watts, niggas will go in follow me home to my black n white appartments, police roll thru with caution, scared to death
the homies got tats across them, capitol BH over they necks, since birth bangin the set, even the hoes bangin the set, some aint, but most is rats lookin for that buck
them trash cans lay in the street ghetto technique for drive bys, for the low them 5 dollas get u high
dice games, white Gs, fights, six fo's, el co's, g rides, and mini bikes
might see a couple of zombies late night, off off pipe membrane dead right, no lie
in the bushes, either the AK or the .45, no lie
raised in the ghetto, wit rats and roaches, smokers on porches, gettin high off yola its colda norther but my city's the
where we aint bond is the city of
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you can take, me out the hood, but you cant take the out me, and thats the way it forever gon be, but i cant help it im gutta, i shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out
that project shit run in my veins now, and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it

you could me out the hood but the hood will never leave me
im bangin, im still hangin, the only difference is im not slangin nickles and dimes more like slangin these rap lines
verse is the truth when i step in the booth, niggas i pour my soul out for the strugglin youth
for that fatherless son who needed love so he ran wit a crew, grew up his older brother did
gin and juice, replaced the i knew, carryin them thangs to school
them niggas was trippin i wasnt bangin the blue, but they had to respect me i never ran from who?
put my faith in god its amazin how i overcame odds
on my momma this past year my life has slightly been revised, but notice i said
cuz me bein absent from where i from, thats unlikely

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you can take, me out the hood, but you cant take the hood out me, and thats the way it forever gon be, but i cant help it im gutta, i shoulda out, but all my life i been gang banged out
that project run deep in my veins now, and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it