Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe ad libs*]

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

(DJ ON POINT)

[Verse 1 - Joe
Yo, my struggle's a little
Y'all was selling, I was sniffin
Psyche, it, I'm just kiddin (OH!)
I was with old cats, tryna put my bid in
Same safe you was in, I was tryna get in
was fuckin with pigeons (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)
Was still spittin, before the video
the time Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggaz was still
I was stealin money from my anytime she left her purse in the kitchen (that was fucked up)
a fifth and
I was as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn't glisten (OH!)
Moms bitchin
She I knew better, but I didn't
She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost like somethin inside of me itchin
I thought the streets me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin)
God like the devil (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn anytime I found shit that looked like metal
I dropped outta school, naw not to be
I was there bored, thought all y'all was fools
I wanna read up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I ain't even have my toolie yet
Angie ain't even make that knife go me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I ain't even smoke my bollie yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but things wasn't a yet
was comin for me, but naw it ain't subdue me yet

[Chorus - Joe
Young niggaz, know I used to be a young
I used to pop off to prove I ain't the one
B and E's, stick ups and dirty niggaz
This before I finally had my little young

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

[You know why his name is On Point, he On Point pussy]

[Verse 2 - Joe
Yo,
My first time locked up, I was a
Met up with mad niggaz I ain't in a while (yeah)
And it wasn't bad locked in with them (but)
But couldn't lockin in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my straight
One month, one shower, still a court date
bags of nicotine, rollin paper
Did pull ups, ups, how the fuck'd I get here?
War stories, you hear a lot of here
Great place to visit, but naw wanna live here (live here ...)
Naw get my mind in a new place
Grimey ass niggaz my socks and toothpaste
Can't remember feelin such neglect
But snakes get (dog), what the fuck'd I expect? (expect)
I thought if I had earned niggaz respect
But niggaz hung up soon as heard "Collect"
Had my mag the tits out
O.G.s' said to me the streets love you, they'll be there when you get out
of the same people, stealin the same space
A few of 'em'll die, a few will take place
I prayed to God that I never catch case
Cause CO's treat us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey hype and smilin (why?)
I was this close to Rikers
Was bein on Rikers, (wilin)
I've been through way worse shit than havin a few gripes about my (c'mon)

[Chorus] - w/ ad

[DJ On - talking over Chorus]
out to mixtapekings.com
Can't forget my Moozoo, Victory Square

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