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 I hit the nigga it go blame
And outta line

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

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

Caught a glimpse accidental it my mental
path. My role in that Lincoln Continental
Bought all my icees, it was about six
And when he 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 got a history of hustlers
brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, it's tradition

I'm a you what I'm talking bout
I was a young 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 outta line, I said, "Motherfucker's outta line"

My momma see it coming, my daddy was there
What's my excuse? Cartoons were the
with Yosemite Sam
With the gun in palm of 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 were aerodynamic
With ghetto jobs, mango M 3's
On seventeen BB's, riding tough
The was huffy, attention was froze

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

I'm a you what 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 outta line, I said, "Motherfucker's outta line"

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

Age fifteen, walking through the
Played the New Jordan's, first 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
Didn't know I was in street ties
asking how and why, bitches passing by
Oh my he so gangsta!

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

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