Luyện nghe bài hát They Say

growin up i was a knucklehead, boy you never listen to me! thats wat my momma
im from the projects, i aint had shit, me and my older brother, we had to share a mattress
no heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit, my daddy me at 8, in an out my life and shit
bangas dope dealers replaced my father, neighborhood hustlas taught me to get them dollas
thats when i became a problem, product of my environment, its hard to grow up be a doctor or a
when you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin and them shots firin all the time it 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 no rap gimmick 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 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 shit 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 banged out that project shit runnin deep in my veins now

let me take you on a detour, eastside watts, will go in projects follow me home to my black n white appartments, police roll thru with caution, scared to death
the 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 hood rats lookin for that buck
them trash cans lay in the street technique for drive bys, for the low them 5 dollas will get u high
dice games, white Gs, fist fights, six fo's, el co's, g rides, and bikes
might see a couple of zombies night, off what? off pipe membrane dead right, no lie
somethin in the bushes, the AK or the .45, no lie
raised in the ghetto, wit rats and roaches, smokers on porches, gettin off yola its colda norther but my city's the coldest
where we aint bond is the city of
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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 shit run in my veins now, and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it

you could take me out the hood but the hood will never me
im still bangin, im still hangin, the only is im not slangin nickles and dimes more like slangin these rap lines
verse is the truth when i step in the booth, niggas know i pour my soul out for the youth
for that fatherless son who needed love so he ran wit a crew, grew up before his brother did
gin and juice, replaced the pain i knew, carryin them to school
them niggas was trippin i wasnt bangin the blue, but they had to me i never ran from who? nobody
put my faith in god its how i overcame them odds
on my momma this past year my life has slightly been revised, but i said slightly
cuz me bein from where i came 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 it im gutta, i shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out
project shit run deep in my veins now, and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it