Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe Budden ad

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

(DJ ON POINT)

[Verse 1 - Joe
Yo, my a little different
niggaz 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 stackin in, I was get in
Y'all was fuckin pigeons (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get in (OH!)
Was still spittin, before the vixens
Around the Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggaz was pitchin
I was money 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 glisten (OH!)
Moms bitchin
She thought I better, but I didn't
She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, listen)
It's almost like inside of me kept itchin
I thought the streets me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin)
God lookin the devil (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found that looked like metal
I outta school, naw not to be cool
I was sittin there bored, thought all was fools
I wanna read up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I even have my first toolie yet
Angie ain't even make that knife go me yet (talk to 'em)
fact, I ain't even smoke my first bollie yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but wasn't a doobie yet
What was comin for me, but naw it ain't me yet

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

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

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

[Verse 2 - Joe
Yo,
My first time up, I was a child
Met up with mad niggaz I ain't in a while (yeah)
And it wasn't bad bein 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 thoughts
One month, one shower, without a court date
Just bags of nicotine, rollin
Did pull ups, push ups, how the 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 niggaz stealin my and toothpaste
ever remember feelin such neglect
But snakes get snaked (dog), what the fuck'd I (expect)
I thought if anything I had earned 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 love you, they'll be there you get out
Bunch of the same people, the same space
A few of 'em'll die, a few will take your
I prayed to God I never catch another case
Cause CO's just treat us like we rats in a
You wonder why Joey always and smilin (why?)
I was this close to Rikers
Was on Rikers, wilin (wilin)
I've been through way worse than havin a few gripes about my album (c'mon)

- w/ ad libs

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

[Outro - Joe Budden - (*echo*)
For
God keep me from these little young man
Cause fuck around and get a bid
Make me stupid and shit
me resort to bein .
Bein the old me and
I worked hard to get
I ain't go back
I ain't go back to the hood, keep my eyes lit up
me from these niggaz, for real