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
Motherfucker hit you then you better hit him
So when I hit the nigga it go
And nigga line

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

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

Caught a accidental it branded my mental
path. My model in that Lincoln 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 speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to eyes, see
My got a history of hustlers
brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, it's tradition

I'm a tell you I'm talking bout
When I was a boy
My mama told me don't take no shit
hit you then 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 excuse? Cartoons were the
Started Yosemite Sam
With the gun in palm of each

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

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

And a twenty-five cent frozen cup my soul
The streets had the mold
Since fourteen 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 told me don't take no shit
Mother hit you then 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 weight she would 'em
She remind me of Madame Queen in hoodlum
Spoiled the grandkids, each one she would
she kept 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
N's hustlers in the creek, me, Jon Jon and Jamal

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

I'ma tell you what I'm about
When I was a boy
My mama told me don't take no shit
hit you then you better hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go
And nigga outta line, I said, "Your nigga's line"

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