Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe ad libs*]

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

(DJ ON POINT)

[Verse 1 - Joe
Yo, my struggle's a different
niggaz was selling, I was sniffin
Psyche, rewind it, I'm just (OH!)
I was hangin old cats, tryna put my bid in
Same you was stackin in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was fuckin with (naw)
I was on X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)
Was spittin, before the video vixens
Around the time Ewing had got on by Pippen
Niggaz was pitchin
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, 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)
almost like somethin inside of me kept itchin
I thought the loved me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin)
God lookin the devil (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit that like metal
I dropped outta school, naw not to be
I was sittin there bored, thought all y'all was
I wanna read up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I ain't even my first toolie yet
Angie ain't 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 ain't me yet

[Chorus - Joe
Young niggaz, know I to be a young nigga
I used to pop off to I ain't the one nigga
B and E's, stick ups and dirty guns
This before I had my little young nigga

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

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

2 - Joe Budden]
Yo,
My first time up, I was a child
Met up with mad niggaz I ain't seen in a (yeah)
And it wasn't bad locked in with them (but)
But fathom lockin in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad to get my thoughts straight
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 hear a lot of here
Great place to visit, but naw don't live here (live here ...)
Naw gotta get my mind in a new
ass niggaz stealin my socks and toothpaste
Can't ever remember such neglect
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 you, they'll be there when you get out
of the same people, stealin the same space
A few of die, a few will 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 always hype and smilin (why?)
I was this close to Island
Was bein on Rikers, (wilin)
I've been through way worse shit than havin a few about my album (c'mon)

[Chorus] - w/ ad

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

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