Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy

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 nigga line

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

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

Caught a glimpse accidental it branded my
path. My role in that 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 turned out let it be no
When they speak of cousin it brings tears to their eyes, see
My family got a history of
brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, it's tradition

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

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

What I demand see
Thirteen, the gansta's lean
grim no smile, lotta cash meanwhile
Daddy had the Chrystler fifth

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

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

I'm a tell you what I'm bout
When I was a boy
My always told me don't take no shit
Mother fucker hit you you better hit him back
So I hit the nigga 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
the grandkids, each one she would treasure
Said she kept two and to do so was a pleasure

The dangled, forty-five degree angle
Still every bit a lady but you wanna tangle
Let explain me and how I got involved
Young N's hustlers in the creek, me, Jon Jon and

Age fifteen, walking the hallway
the New Jordan's, first one's on the scene
See I could afford them, out a dream
Hustler on the rise, untied

Slid pass Young N's, couldn't break my
Didn't 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
When I was a boy
My mama always told me don't no shit
hit you then you better hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go
And nigga outta line, I said, "Your nigga's line"

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