Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe Budden ad

[DJ On Point - talking over Joe
This right here in called Young Niggaz
out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beat
Whole Ave, I see you

(DJ ON POINT)

1 - Joe Budden]
Yo, my struggle's a little
niggaz was selling, I was sniffin
Psyche, rewind it, I'm kiddin (OH!)
I was hangin old cats, tryna put my bid in
safe you was stackin in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was with pigeons (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get in (OH!)
Was spittin, before the video vixens
Around the time Ewing had got on by Pippen
was still pitchin
I was stealin money from my moms anytime she her purse in the kitchen (that was fucked up)
a fifth and
I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn't (OH!)
still bitchin
She I knew better, but I didn't
She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, listen)
It's almost like somethin inside of me itchin
I thought the streets loved me, naw who was I (kiddin)
God like the devil (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit looked like metal
I dropped outta school, naw not to be
I was sittin there bored, thought all was fools
Fuck I read up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I ain't even my first toolie yet
ain't even make that knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I ain't smoke my first bollie yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but wasn't a doobie yet
What was for me, but naw it ain't subdue me yet

[Chorus - Joe
Young niggaz, I used to be a young nigga
I used to pop off to prove I the one nigga
B and E's, stick ups and guns niggaz
This I finally had my little young nigga

Young niggaz, God keep me these young niggaz
Not the smart Lord, just the dumb niggaz
Might have me thinkin I'm still one of niggaz
Shit changed from when I to be a young nigga

[You know why his name is On Point, cause he On Point

2 - Joe Budden]
Yo,
My first time up, I was a child
Met up with mad niggaz I ain't seen in a (yeah)
And it wasn't bad bein locked in them (but)
But couldn't fathom in at 10
fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts straight
One month, one shower, still without a date
bags of nicotine, rollin paper
Did ups, push ups, how the fuck'd I get here?
War stories, you hear a lot of here
place to visit, but naw don't wanna live here (live here ...)
Naw get my mind in a new place
Grimey ass niggaz stealin my socks and
Can't ever remember feelin neglect
But snakes get snaked (dog), what the I expect? (expect)
I thought if anything I had earned niggaz
But niggaz hung up soon as they "Collect"
Had my mag the tits out
O.G.s' said to me the streets don't love you, they'll be there you get out
Bunch of the people, stealin the same space
A few of 'em'll die, a few will take place
I prayed to God that I never another case
Cause just treat us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey hype and smilin (why?)
I was this to Rikers Island
Was on Rikers, wilin (wilin)
I've been way worse shit than havin a few gripes about my album (c'mon)

- w/ ad libs

[DJ On Point - talking over
out to mixtapekings.com
Can't forget my nigga Moozoo, Victory

[Outro - Joe Budden - (*echo*)
For
God me from these little young niggaz man
Cause I'll fuck and get a bid
Make me somethin stupid and
Made me to bein .
the old me and shit
I hard to get money
I ain't tryna go
I ain't tryna go back to the hood, keep my lit up
Keep me from these niggaz, for