Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe ad libs*]

[DJ On Point - talking over Joe
This shit here in called Young Niggaz
Shout out to my Ron Browz on the beat
Whole Ave, I see you

(DJ ON POINT)

[Verse 1 - Joe
Yo, my a little different
Y'all niggaz was selling, I was
Psyche, it, I'm just kiddin (OH!)
I was hangin with old cats, 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 spittin, before the video vixens
Around the time had got dunked on by Pippen
was still 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 glisten (OH!)
Moms bitchin
She thought I knew better, but I
She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost like somethin of me kept itchin
I thought the streets me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin)
God like the devil (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit that looked metal
I outta school, naw not to be cool
I was sittin there bored, thought all y'all was
I wanna read up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I even have my first toolie yet
Angie ain't even make that go through me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I 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 subdue me yet

[Chorus - Joe
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
This I finally had my little young nigga

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

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

[Verse 2 - Joe
Yo,
My time locked up, I was a child
Met up with mad I ain't seen in a while (yeah)
And it wasn't bad bein in with them (but)
But fathom lockin in at 10
Like readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts straight
One month, one shower, without a court date
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 live here (live ...)
Naw get my mind in a new place
Grimey ass niggaz stealin my socks and
Can't ever remember feelin neglect
But snakes get snaked (dog), what the fuck'd I (expect)
I thought if anything I had earned respect
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
of the same people, stealin the same space
A few of 'em'll die, a few will take place
I prayed to God that I catch another case
Cause CO's just us like we rats in a maze
You why Joey always hype and smilin (why?)
I was close to Rikers Island
Was bein on Rikers, (wilin)
I've been way worse shit than havin a few gripes about my album (c'mon)

[Chorus] - w/ ad

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

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