Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe ad libs*]

[DJ On - talking 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 different
Y'all was selling, I was sniffin
Psyche, it, I'm just kiddin (OH!)
I was hangin 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 spittin, before the video vixens
Around the Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggaz was pitchin
I was stealin from my moms anytime she left 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!)
Moms still
She I knew better, but I didn't
She tried to to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost like somethin of me kept itchin
I the streets loved me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin)
God lookin like the (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit that like metal
I dropped school, naw not to be cool
I was sittin there bored, thought all y'all was
Fuck I read up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I ain't even have my first yet
Angie ain't even make knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I ain't even 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, know I to be a young nigga
I to pop off to prove I ain't the one nigga
B and E's, stick ups and dirty guns
This before I finally had my young nigga

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

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

[Verse 2 - Joe
Yo,
My first locked up, I was a child
Met up with mad niggaz I ain't seen in a (yeah)
And it bad bein locked in with them (but)
But couldn't lockin in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad to get my thoughts straight
One month, one shower, still without a date
Just bags of nicotine, rollin
Did pull ups, ups, how the fuck'd I get here?
War stories, you a lot of shit here
Great place to visit, but naw wanna live here (live here ...)
Naw gotta get my in a new place
Grimey ass niggaz my socks and toothpaste
ever remember feelin such 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 heard "Collect"
Had my mag the tits out
O.G.s' to me the streets don't love you, they'll be there when you get out
Bunch of the same people, stealin the same
A few of die, a few will take your place
I prayed to God that I never catch another
Cause CO's just us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why always hype and smilin (why?)
I was this to Rikers Island
Was on Rikers, wilin (wilin)
I've been through way worse shit than havin a few gripes my album (c'mon)

- w/ ad libs

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

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