Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe Budden ad

[DJ On - talking over Joe Budden]
shit right here in called Young Niggaz
Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the
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, rewind it, I'm just (OH!)
I was hangin old cats, tryna put my bid in
Same you was stackin in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was with pigeons (naw)
I was on X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)
Was still spittin, before the vixens
Around the time Ewing had got dunked on by
Niggaz was still
I was stealin money from my moms anytime she left her purse in the kitchen (that was up)
Guzzlin a and
I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my wouldn't glisten (OH!)
still bitchin
She thought I better, but I didn't
She to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, wouldn't listen)
almost like somethin inside of me kept itchin
I the streets loved me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin)
God lookin the devil (oh)
Sendin me to the shop anytime I found shit that looked like metal
I dropped school, naw not to be cool
I was sittin bored, thought all y'all was fools
I wanna read up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I ain't have my first toolie yet
Angie ain't even make knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I ain't even smoke my first 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 used to be a nigga
I used to pop off to prove I ain't the one
B and E's, stick ups and dirty niggaz
This before I had my little young nigga

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

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

[Verse 2 - Joe
Yo,
My first locked up, I was a child
Met up with mad I ain't seen in a while (yeah)
And it bad bein locked in with them (but)
But couldn't fathom in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts
One month, one shower, without a court date
bags of nicotine, rollin paper
Did ups, push ups, how the fuck'd I get here?
War stories, you a lot of shit here
Great to visit, but naw don't wanna live here (live here ...)
Naw gotta get my in a new place
Grimey ass stealin 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 don't 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 your place
I prayed to God I never catch 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 bein on Rikers, (wilin)
I've been through way worse shit than a few gripes about my album (c'mon)

[Chorus] - w/ ad

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

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