Luyện nghe bài hát Still My Hood

[Intro - Joe - talking]
See
People relate to it, don't understand it
Cause they ain't been there, they ain't from there
I it

[DJ On Point - talking over last line of (echo)]
As we this shit up
We call one (Still My Hood)

[Verse 1 - Joe
Even though hate 'em (oh),
even though when a nigga try to make a up
(It's a), it's nigga waitin just to run up
they sellin rocks for shorts
And every night around twelve you them shots go off (talk to 'em)
And know niggaz is rats, some boys is
And the in the supermarket's all expired (whoa)
Every block's a liquor store, an building
Drunk parents at the liquor store children (let's go)
Though the sky seems gray, we'll get through the
And even though they fill our grade with metal detectors
Some cops is crooked and indecent
And you can catch a up the street from the precinct
Though we got a lot of shit wrong, a lot of goin on
Gotta it, this the place I was born,
so I sit here this song
is still my hood

[Chorus - Joe Budden - w/ ad
Now I roam, though they keep the chrome,
it's no place home
This is still my
And it's far from fine, I may like other places but far from mine
Gotta love my
And I only know one place that be like that, if I ever leave,
I'll be right
It's my
It may not be good, it may not be it should
But let me get one thing understood, this is still my

[DJ On Point - talking over
Shout to Wyks on the
Can't NV, what up nigga?

2 - Joe Budden]
You know they got Macs out until ya time's up
And the barbers'll fuck ya up (this is still my hood)
Hold up 'cause though
You can't meet a girl ain't fucked a nigga you (gotta love my hood)
This the place you can't get a job
They look at you, like you 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 like if passes us by at least we
watch (talk to 'em)
Clowns get (whoa), gangstas get recorded (whoa)
Mami don't know if she keep it or abort it (get rid of it)
Cops never will catch me, I'm aware all my warrants
And I'm not down (naw), naw that's not goin down (nah)
Carjackings, is imperial here
And I you find a ratchet with the serial, yeah
Though you have to raise ya gun, just to raise ya sums
This the place you want to raise ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll argue about favorite rapper
Other dudes sit and think of ways they could yak ya
Don't take it personal, just the paper they after
So I keep on me, just in case I might have to
and still no other that I'd rather
love my hood

[Chorus - w/ ad

3 - Joe Budden]
If you've never been, you really know about it (naw)
System's fucked up, the jails is (whoa)
rates is up and as a matter of fact
A couple of close friends of mine have to that
And I nothin above it,
I know it seems odd but I 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, always like this
So small, everybody everybody
body after body, it's robbery after robbery
Hookers on the strip, girls'll be a ho
We got a few local legends, I guess the never know
From Jers to Little Rock, the hood'll never die
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 out to everybody in every hood man
no matter where ya at, where ya
New Orleans,
Vancouver, London, T. Dot
Wherever you at, I don't care man [fades out]