Luyện nghe bài hát They Say

growin up i was a knucklehead, boy you never listen to me! wat my momma said
im the projects, i aint never 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 left me at 8, in an out my life and
gang bangas dope dealers replaced my father, hustlas taught me to get them dollas
thats when i became a problem, 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 firin all the time it happens
the hood him to be a G, i bled for the game did it all for the letter B
the big homie gave me the name jay rock, this aint no rap 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 shit run deep in my veins now, and i cant help it, ooh who am i 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 n white appartments, police roll thru with caution, scared to death
the homies got tats across them, 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 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 couple of zombies late night, off what? off pipe membrane right, no lie
in the bushes, either the AK or the .45, no lie
raised in the ghetto, wit rats and roaches, smokers on porches, gettin high off yola its colda 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 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 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

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 these rap lines
verse is the truth when i step in the booth, 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 his older 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 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 life has slightly revised, but notice i said slightly
cuz me bein from where i came from, thats unlikely

(chorus)
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 life i 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