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 never had shit, me and my older brother, we had to a mattress
no heat, no lights, had to keep candles lit, my daddy left me at 8, in an out my life and shit
gang bangas dope dealers replaced my father, neighborhood hustlas me to get them dollas
when i became a problem, product of my environment, its hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman
when you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin and them shots all the time it happens frequently
the hood inspired him to be a G, i bled for the did it all for the letter B
the big homie me the name jay rock, this aint 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 hood out me, and thats the way it forever gon be, but i cant help it im gutta, i 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 out that project shit runnin deep in my veins now

let me take you on a detour, eastside watts, niggas will go in projects follow me home to my black n white appartments, police roll 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 hood rats lookin for buck
them trash cans lay in the street ghetto technique for bys, for the low them 5 dollas will get u high
dice games, white Gs, fights, six fo's, el co's, g rides, and mini bikes
might see a of zombies late 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 high off its colda norther but my city's the coldest
where we bond is the city of mornin??
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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
that shit run deep 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 still bangin, im still hangin, the only difference is im not slangin nickles and dimes more like slangin rap lines
verse is the truth i step in the booth, niggas know i pour my soul out for the strugglin 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 thangs to
them niggas was trippin i wasnt bangin the blue, but they had to respect me i ran from who? nobody
put my faith in god its amazin how i overcame them
on my momma this past year my has slightly been revised, but notice i said slightly
cuz me bein absent from where i came from, 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 changed out, but all my 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