Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy

I'm a tell you I'm talking bout
I was a young boy
My always told me don't take no shit
Motherfucker hit you then you hit him back
So I hit the nigga it go blame
And outta line

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

I was about four, when I passed that door
That have been closed where I first witnessed the raw
See in my it was quite unique
Playing' hide and seek you might a key

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

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

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

My momma see it coming, my daddy was there
What's my Cartoons were the root
with Yosemite Sam
With the gun in palm of each

couldn't I demand see
Thirteen, studied the lean
Lil' no smile, lotta cash meanwhile
Daddy had the fifth avey

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

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

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

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

The cigarette dangled, forty-five degree
Still every bit a lady but you don't tangle
Let that 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, laces

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

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

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