Luyện nghe bài hát Young Black America

Young America
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black America
Young black
Young America
Young black

Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my up
Coppers run up on us and we to Jackie Joyner
White man a black man, they never report us
Black man a white man, they gon' start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin' on the
Young niggas brainwashed, just wanna rap and hoop
been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain't back at you
Them ain't eat yet, so you can't even sleep yet
That's the only thing we ever saw, we that
They was playing ball, him hard, said I'd be back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he
Gave that boy a sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they don't
from the bottom, it's so hard to make a plan
Know them beefin', they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us in advance
Young killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my nigga, "You the man," I said
You don't end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, on his head
Screamin' isha Lord he don't make it to the feds
up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how they ain't even him
Said would ride or die, but it ain't even in 'em
Always postin' on the 'Gram, but hey sendin' pictures
Never when you call, but answer for them bitches
Got you twice, damn I should've been a witness
Dismantle my business, telling my story
All guns, no glory, been on before me
We slaves in the '40s, still slaves in the
No toys for Christmas, ain't get us no
made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin' in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and
up with the goons, now he need protection
He outta school, then he got arrested
Lord a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
Threw a rock out in field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, niggas just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas love you

Young American, (na na)
Wanna live the fairer skin, (na na)
to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on Marilyn, (na na)
The of the wild nigga, no church
My uncles stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It's kinda there's another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in Rolls
Pullin' up in that Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by the code
The destruction, the
The obstruction of my
My prayers, my
Will be the same

Young America
black America
Young black
black America
Young America
Young America
Young America
Young black
black America
Young America
Young America