Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy

I'm a you what I'm talking bout
I was a young boy
My always told me don't take no shit
Motherfucker hit you then you better hit him
So when I hit the it go blame
And nigga line

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

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

Caught a glimpse it branded my mental
path. My role model in that Lincoln
Bought all my icees, it was about six
And he pulled off, I was like "See told you we was rich"

How I out let it be no surprise
they speak of cousin Ricky 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 bout
When I was a boy
My mama told me don't take no shit
Motherfucker hit you then you better hit him
So I hit the nigga 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? Cartoons were the
with Yosemite Sam
With the gun in palm of hand

couldn't I demand see
Thirteen, studied the lean
Lil' no smile, lotta cash meanwhile
Daddy had the Chrystler fifth

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

And a twenty-five cent frozen cup my soul
The streets had made the
Since fourteen holding' push a T was
like Che Gueverra, RC Tyco verses Carrera, pick

I'm a tell you what I'm bout
I was a young boy
My mama always told me take no shit
fucker hit you then 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 Madame in hoodlum
Spoiled the grandkids, each one she treasure
Said she kept two and to do so was a pleasure

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

Age fifteen, through the hallway
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 my stride
Didn't know I was knotted in ties
asking how and why, bitches 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 take no shit
Motherfucker hit you then you 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!