Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe Budden ad

[DJ On Point - talking over Joe
This shit right in called Young Niggaz
out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beat
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 kiddin (OH!)
I was with old cats, tryna put my bid in
Same safe you was stackin in, I was get in
was fuckin with pigeons (naw)
I was on X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)
Was still spittin, before the video
Around the time had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggaz was pitchin
I was stealin money from my 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 thought I better, but I didn't
She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's 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 pawn shop anytime I found shit that looked like
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 ain't even have my first yet
Angie ain't make that knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)
fact, I ain't even smoke my first bollie yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but things a doobie yet
What was for me, but naw it ain't subdue me yet

[Chorus - Joe
Young niggaz, 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 niggaz
This before I finally had my little nigga

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

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

[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 locked 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
bags of nicotine, rollin paper
Did pull ups, push ups, how the I get here?
War stories, you hear a lot of here
Great place to visit, but naw wanna live here (live here ...)
Naw gotta get my in a new place
Grimey ass stealin my socks 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 hung up as they 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, the same space
A few of 'em'll die, a few take your place
I prayed to God that I catch another case
CO's just treat us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey always hype and (why?)
I was this close to Rikers
Was on Rikers, wilin (wilin)
I've been through way worse shit than havin a few gripes my album (c'mon)

[Chorus] - w/ ad

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

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