Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy

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 line

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

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

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

I'm a tell you what I'm talking
When I was a boy
My mama told me don't take no shit
hit you then 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 excuse? were the root
with Yosemite Sam
With the gun in palm of hand

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

Hustlers on the cars were aerodynamic
With ghetto paint jobs, 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
Since fourteen push a T was chosen
Rebel Che Gueverra, RC Tyco verses Carrera, pick

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

I of grandma and the weight she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me of Madame Queen in
Spoiled the grandkids, each one she 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 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
the New Jordan's, first one's on the scene
See I could afford them, living out a
Hustler on the rise, untied

pass Young N's, couldn't break my stride
Didn't know I was knotted in street
Teachers asking how and why, bitches 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
Motherfucker hit you you better hit him back
So when I hit the it go blame
And nigga outta line, I said, "Your nigga's line"

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