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 don't no shit
Motherfucker hit you you better hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go
And nigga line

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

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

Caught a glimpse it branded my mental
path. My role model in that Lincoln
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 they speak of Ricky it brings tears to their eyes, see
My got a history of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother, to grandmother, it's tradition

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

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

couldn't I demand see
Thirteen, studied the gansta's
grim no smile, lotta cash meanwhile
Daddy had the fifth avey

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

And a cent frozen cup laid my soul
The streets had 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
When I was a boy
My mama always me don't take no shit
Mother 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 she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me of Madame in hoodlum
Spoiled the grandkids, each one she treasure
she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure

The cigarette dangled, forty-five degree
Still every bit a but you don't wanna tangle
Let that explain me and how I got
N's hustlers in the creek, me, Jon Jon and Jamal

Age fifteen, walking through the
Played the New Jordan's, first one's on the
See I could afford them, out a dream
on the rise, laces untied

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

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

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