Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe ad libs*]

[DJ On Point - talking over Joe
This shit right here in called Niggaz
Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the
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 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, for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)
Was still spittin, the video vixens
Around the Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggaz was pitchin
I was stealin from my moms anytime she left her purse in the kitchen (that was fucked up)
a fifth and
I was as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn't glisten (OH!)
still bitchin
She thought I better, but I didn't
She to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost 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 dropped outta school, naw not to be
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 even make that knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I ain't even smoke my first yet
to have it wrapped, but things 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 to pop off to prove I ain't the one nigga
B and E's, stick ups and guns niggaz
This I finally had my little young nigga

Young niggaz, God keep me these young niggaz
Not the smart ones Lord, just the niggaz
Might have me 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]

[Verse 2 - Joe
Yo,
My first time locked up, I was a
Met up with mad niggaz I ain't seen in a (yeah)
And it wasn't bad locked in with them (but)
But couldn't fathom 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 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 don't wanna live here (live ...)
Naw gotta get my mind in a new
Grimey ass niggaz my socks and toothpaste
Can't ever feelin such neglect
But snakes get snaked (dog), what the fuck'd I (expect)
I thought if anything I had earned niggaz
But hung up soon as they heard "Collect"
Had my mag the tits out
O.G.s' said to me the streets 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 never catch case
Cause CO's just us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey hype and smilin (why?)
I was this to Rikers Island
Was bein on Rikers, (wilin)
I've been through way worse shit than havin a few gripes about my (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 me from these little young niggaz man
I'll fuck around and get a bid
Make me stupid and shit
me resort to bein .
Bein the old me and
I worked to get money
I ain't go back
I ain't tryna go back to the hood, keep my lit up
Keep me from niggaz, for real