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 take no
hit you then you better hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go
And nigga line

Back when I was 'bout big wheels and tracks
Pop the tornado and rode to eight tracks
stood a chance, exposed from way back
Lying to the baby, saying Ajax

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

a glimpse accidental it branded my mental
path. My role model in Lincoln Continental
Bought all my friends icees, it was 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 cousin it brings tears to their eyes, see
My family got a of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, it's

I'm a tell you I'm talking bout
I was a young boy
My mama always me don't 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, "Motherfucker's line"

My momma didn't see it coming, my was there
What's my Cartoons were the root
with Yosemite Sam
With the gun in of each hand

What couldn't I see
Thirteen, studied the lean
Lil' grim no smile, cash meanwhile
Daddy had the fifth avey

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

And a twenty-five frozen cup laid my soul
The streets had 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
I was a young boy
My mama always me don't take no shit
Mother fucker hit you then you hit him back
So when I hit the it go blame blame
And outta line, I said, "Motherfucker's outta line"

I think of and the weight she would foot 'em
She kinda me of Madame Queen in hoodlum
the grandkids, each one she would treasure
Said she two guns and to do so was a pleasure

The cigarette dangled, degree angle
Still every bit a but you don't wanna tangle
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
on the rise, laces untied

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

I'ma you what I'm talking about
I was a young boy
My mama always told me 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, "Your nigga's line"

tell you what I'm talking about
line!