Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy

I'm a tell you what I'm bout
I was a young 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

Back when I was big wheels and race tracks
Pop push the tornado and rode to eight
Never a chance, exposed from way back
Lying to the baby, saying it's

I was about four, when I walked that door
should have been closed where I first witnessed the raw
See in my household it was unique
Playing' hide and seek you find a key

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

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

I'm a tell you I'm talking bout
When I was a boy
My mama always told me take no shit
Motherfucker hit you then you hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go
And outta line, I said, "Motherfucker's outta line"

My didn't see it coming, my daddy was there
What's my excuse? Cartoons the root
with Yosemite Sam
With the gun in palm of hand

What I demand see
Thirteen, studied the gansta's
Lil' grim no smile, lotta meanwhile
had the Chrystler fifth avey

Hustlers on the block cars aerodynamic
With paint jobs, mango M 3's
On seventeen inch BB's, tough
The bike was huffy, was froze

And a twenty-five cent cup laid my soul
The had made the mold
fourteen holding' push a T was chosen
Rebel like Che Gueverra, RC Tyco Carrera, pick

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

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

The dangled, forty-five degree angle
Still every bit a lady but you don't wanna
Let explain me and how I got involved
Young N's in the creek, me, Jon Jon and Jamal

Age fifteen, walking through the
Played the New Jordan's, first on the scene
See I afford them, living out a dream
Hustler on the rise, untied

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

tell you what I'm talking about
When I was a boy
My mama always told me take no shit
Motherfucker hit you you better hit him back
So when I hit the it go blame
And nigga outta line, I said, "Your outta line"

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