Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy

I'm a you what I'm talking bout
When I was a boy
My mama told me don't take no shit
Motherfucker hit you then you better hit him
So I hit the nigga it go blame
And nigga line

Back when I was big wheels and race tracks
Pop push the tornado and rode to eight
stood a chance, exposed from way back
Lying to the baby, saying Ajax

I was about four, when I walked passed door
That should have been closed where I witnessed the raw
See in my household it was quite
Playing' hide and you might find a key

Caught a glimpse it branded my mental
path. My model in that Lincoln Continental
Bought all my friends icees, it was six
And he pulled off, I was like "See told you we was rich"

How I out let it be no surprise
When they speak of Ricky it brings tears to their eyes, see
My family got a of hustlers
brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, it's tradition

I'm a you what I'm talking bout
When I was a boy
My mama always told me don't no shit
Motherfucker hit you then you hit him back
So when I hit the it go blame
And outta line, I said, "Motherfucker's outta line"

My didn't see it coming, my daddy was there
What's my Cartoons were the root
Started with Sam
the gun in palm of each hand

What I demand see
Thirteen, studied the lean
grim no smile, lotta cash meanwhile
Daddy had the fifth avey

Hustlers on the cars were aerodynamic
With ghetto paint jobs, M 3's
On inch BB's, riding tough
The bike was huffy, attention was

And a twenty-five frozen cup laid my soul
The streets had the mold
Since fourteen holding' push a T was
Rebel like Che Gueverra, RC verses Carrera, pick

I'm a tell you I'm talking bout
When I was a boy
My mama always told me don't no shit
Mother fucker hit you then you hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go blame
And nigga line, I said, "Motherfucker's outta line"

I of grandma and the weight she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me of Queen in hoodlum
Spoiled the grandkids, each one she treasure
Said she kept two guns and to do so was a

The cigarette dangled, degree angle
Still every bit a lady but you don't tangle
Let that me and how I got involved
Young N's hustlers in the creek, me, Jon Jon and

Age fifteen, through the hallway
Played the New Jordan's, one's on the scene
See I could afford them, out a dream
on the rise, laces untied

Slid pass Young N's, couldn't break my
Didn't know I was knotted in street
asking how and why, bitches passing by
Oh my he so gangsta!

I'ma tell you I'm talking about
When I was a boy
My mama always told me don't take no
hit you then you better hit him back
So I hit the nigga it go blame
And nigga outta line, I said, "Your outta line"

I'ma tell you I'm talking about
line!