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
hit you then you better hit him back
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
Never stood a chance, from way back
Lying to the baby, saying Ajax

I was about four, I walked passed that door
That should have been 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 role model in that Lincoln
Bought all my friends icees, it was six
And when he off, I was like "See told you we was rich"

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

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

My momma see it coming, my daddy was there
my excuse? Cartoons were the root
Started Yosemite Sam
With the gun in palm of hand

couldn't I demand see
Thirteen, the gansta's lean
Lil' grim no smile, lotta meanwhile
Daddy had the Chrystler fifth

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

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

I'm a tell you I'm talking bout
I was a young boy
My mama always told me don't take no
fucker hit you then you better hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go 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 Madame Queen in
Spoiled the grandkids, one she would treasure
Said she kept two guns and to do so was a

The cigarette dangled, forty-five angle
Still every bit a lady but you don't wanna
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, 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
know I was knotted in street ties
Teachers asking how and why, passing by
Oh my he so gangsta!

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

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