Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

[Intro - Joe Budden -
See
People can't to it, don't understand it
Cause ain't never been 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)

1 - Joe Budden]
Even though they 'em (oh),
even though when a try to make a come up
(It's a), it's another nigga waitin to run up
Though they sellin rocks for
And every night around you hear them shots go off (talk to 'em)
And know niggaz is rats, some boys is
And the food in the all expired (whoa)
block's a liquor store, an abandoned building
Drunk parents at the store abandonin children (let's go)
Though the sky gray, we'll get through the weather
And even though they fill our grade with metal detectors
cops is crooked and police indecent
And you can catch a body up the street the precinct
Though we got a lot of shit wrong, a lot of shit on
Gotta love it, this the I was born,
so I sit here dedicatin this
This is my hood

- Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]
Now everywhere I roam, they keep the chrome,
it's no like home
is still my hood
And it's far from fine, I may like 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 Point - talking Chorus]
Shout to on the beat
Can't NV, what up nigga?

[Verse 2 - Joe
You know they got them Macs out ya time's up
And the barbers'll ya line up (this is still my hood)
Hold up even though
You can't meet a girl ain't fucked a nigga you (gotta love my hood)
This the same place you 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 fall as soon as that money stop (oh!)
They feast on ya (and)
And dudes stand on the corner if life passes us by at least we
watch (talk to 'em)
Clowns get (whoa), gangstas get recorded (whoa)
Mami know if she should keep it or abort it (get rid of it)
Cops you'll never will catch me, I'm all my warrants
And I'm not down (naw), naw that's not goin down (nah)
Carjackings, shootouts is imperial
And I you find a ratchet with the serial, yeah
Though you might have to raise ya gun, to raise ya sums
This ain't the place you to raise ya son (never that)
A few argue about they favorite rapper
Other dudes sit and think of different ways could yak ya
Don't take it personal, it's just the they after
So I keep mine on me, just in case I might to
and still no other place I'd rather
Gotta my hood

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Joe
If you've never been, you can't know about it (naw)
System's up, the jails is overcrowded (whoa)
rates is up and as a matter of fact
A couple of close friends of mine added to that
And I rate above it,
I it seems odd but I hate it and I love it (naw)
Naw, I that I love it (yeah, yep)
The same things that to get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss, it's always this
So small, knows everybody
It's body body, it's robbery after robbery
Hookers on the strip, girls'll be a ho
We got a few legends, I guess the world'll never know
From Jers to 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!
This goes out to everybody in hood man
no matter where ya at, where ya
New Orleans,
Vancouver, London, T. Dot
Wherever you at, I don't even care man [fades