Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe Budden ad

[DJ On Point - talking over Joe
This right here 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 struggle's a different
Y'all was selling, I was sniffin
Psyche, rewind it, I'm just (OH!)
I was hangin with old cats, put my bid in
safe you was stackin in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was fuckin pigeons (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)
Was still spittin, before the video
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)
a fifth and
I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes glisten (OH!)
still bitchin
She thought I better, but I didn't
She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost like inside 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 even have my first toolie yet
ain't even make that knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I even smoke my first bollie yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but things wasn't a yet
What was comin for me, but naw it subdue me yet

[Chorus - Joe
niggaz, know I used to be a young nigga
I used to pop off to prove I the one nigga
B and E's, stick ups and dirty guns
This I finally had my little young nigga

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

know 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 mad niggaz I ain't seen in a while (yeah)
And it wasn't bad bein in with them (but)
But couldn't lockin in at 10
Like fuck a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts straight
One month, one shower, still without a court
Just bags of nicotine, rollin
Did ups, push ups, how the fuck'd I get here?
War stories, you hear a lot of here
Great place to visit, but naw don't wanna here (live here ...)
Naw gotta get my mind in a new
Grimey ass niggaz my socks and toothpaste
Can't ever remember feelin such
But snakes get snaked (dog), what the I expect? (expect)
I thought if anything I had earned respect
But niggaz up soon as they heard "Collect"
Had my mag the tits out
O.G.s' said to me the streets don't love you, be there when you get out
Bunch of the same people, stealin the same
A few of 'em'll die, a few take your place
I prayed to God that I never catch another
Cause CO's just treat us we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey 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 about my album (c'mon)

- w/ ad libs

[DJ On - talking over 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 fuck around and get a bid
Make me somethin and shit
Made me to bein .
Bein the old me and
I worked to get money
I ain't go back
I tryna go back to the hood, keep my eyes lit up
Keep me these niggaz, for real