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 take no shit
Motherfucker hit you you better 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 rode to eight
Never a chance, exposed from way back
to the baby, saying it's Ajax

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

a glimpse accidental it branded my mental
path. My role model in that Continental
Bought all my friends icees, it was six
And when he pulled off, I was like "See you we was rich"

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

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

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

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

Hustlers on the block cars aerodynamic
With ghetto jobs, mango M 3's
On inch BB's, riding tough
The was huffy, attention was froze

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

I'm a tell you I'm talking bout
When I was a boy
My mama 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 outta line, I said, "Motherfucker's outta line"

I think of grandma and the she would foot 'em
She remind me of Madame Queen in hoodlum
Spoiled the grandkids, one she would treasure
she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure

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

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

Slid pass Young N's, couldn't 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 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 it go blame
And nigga line, I said, "Your nigga's outta line"

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