Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe Budden ad

[DJ On Point - talking Joe Budden]
This shit right in called Young Niggaz
Shout out to my Ron Browz on the beat
Monie 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 hangin old cats, tryna put my bid in
Same safe you was stackin in, I was 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 still spittin, before the vixens
the time Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggaz was still
I was stealin money from my moms anytime she left her in the kitchen (that was fucked up)
a fifth and
I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my wouldn't glisten (OH!)
still bitchin
She I knew better, but I didn't
She to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost like somethin inside of me kept
I thought the streets loved me, naw who was I (kiddin)
God lookin like the (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit that looked like
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 my first toolie yet
Angie ain't even make that knife go me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I even smoke my first bollie yet
Tried to it wrapped, but things wasn't a doobie yet
What was comin for me, but naw it subdue me yet

- Joe Budden]
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 guns
before I finally had my little young nigga

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

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

2 - Joe Budden]
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 fathom lockin in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts
One month, one shower, still a court date
Just bags of nicotine, rollin
Did pull ups, push ups, how the fuck'd I get
War stories, you a lot of shit here
Great place to visit, but naw don't live here (live here ...)
Naw get my mind in a new place
Grimey ass niggaz stealin my and toothpaste
Can't ever remember feelin such
But snakes get snaked (dog), the fuck'd I expect? (expect)
I thought if anything I had earned niggaz
But niggaz up soon as they heard "Collect"
Had my mag with the out
O.G.s' said to me the streets love you, they'll be there when you get out
Bunch of the same people, stealin the space
A few of 'em'll die, a few will take your
I prayed to God that I never another case
Cause CO's just treat us we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey always hype and (why?)
I was close to Rikers Island
Was on Rikers, wilin (wilin)
I've been through way shit than havin a few gripes about my album (c'mon)

- w/ ad libs

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

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