Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 1: Eightball ]
the Fat Mac must express
While a nigga's gettin zooted from the sess
Lookin back, damn, I was wild as a
Mama showed love and she struggled for her child
But like my dad I was stuck in the
I wanted to work hard, cause that shit ain't for me
then only 16, ignorant and curious
Mom's gettin periods cause I wasn't
I said fuck school teachers and the church
I wanted to hang with my with the street sweepers
Back in the days sellin on the [Name]
Me and doin city-wide talent shows
dissed, gettin pissed cause of this shit
Cause it's so hard in this muthafuckin
I said many times, "Mama, I'ma you proud"
But I never leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the drinkin Thunderbird, slingin rocks
They in my hands cause the cops know 'bout the
But I sell dope, rappin is the way, gee
And this is just another day around the

[ 2: MJG ]
..mid day, I was into a sleep
Unconscious from hay that they distribute on em streets
My world was constantly spinnin the Rmy that was in me
And we half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up plenty
A penny to be in a day is what I'm looking for
Hopin for, some of way to make a little more ducats
Fuck it, shit that I needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, nigga as well
Proceed to hustle like a
MJ G
The nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no
The pimps is in the house
Be up out [Name], black folk is over
You know how I know? Gimme the mic and I ya
I teach ya, I reach ya this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a nigga learned back in College
Started, to at the age of 11
Started makin when a nigga turned 12
to induldge at the age of 13
At 14 a nigga was raisin hell
In the hood

[ VERSE 3: ]
So many in this industry, I don't doubt
That it's a bunch of niggas with a CD out
It new to me, cause me and MJG
Had to just to hustle down in Tennessee
In Memphis, to be a rapper
But rappin don't mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin
Plus I'm with a label gankin me and fuckin me
Niggas always promsisin me shit that I will see
always talkin 'bout we family
But while I was rappin he was up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the streets and fuck that
That's when this nigga named T heard our first track
Pack em up, em out, straight down to Texas
Me and JG drop-top Lexus
"Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the
Second droppin and we waitin on our first award
Niggas talkin cause the crew ain't no mo'
jealous busters tryin to start shit over hoes
I don't know is worse, livin bad or livin good
But the whole world me of my neighborhood

[ 4: MJG ]
See, I'm a hustler, trustin the
who think that two heads are better than one
And to get the job done, son
MJG gots game in the sale
That me get lifts in the studio
though it was kind of hard as far as I can see
Growin up in the Orange Tennessee community
Could it be the future had for a nigga who
Struggled through all type of for a bill or two?
Still I do shows for my cause my fans buy my tapes
And the tapes make my g's and the g's keeps me
And I hate the busters smile all in my face like a hoe
And talk in the down low
out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka, niggas
My gettin tired of the trigger, dig a
Grave, shit, cause I want his boys to have to deal
With the of the trick I just killed
???? if you can't hang the stress, best
Wipe the big 'S' off your muthafuckin
Press issues, makin sure they fully
'bout a nigga life in the muthafuckin hood