Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe Budden ad

[DJ On Point - over Joe Budden]
This shit right here in Young Niggaz
Shout out to my nigga Ron on the beat
Monie 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 with old cats, put my bid in
Same safe you was in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was fuckin pigeons (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get in (OH!)
Was still spittin, before the vixens
Around the time Ewing had got on by Pippen
Niggaz was still
I was stealin money from my moms anytime she left her purse in the (that was fucked up)
Guzzlin a and
I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes glisten (OH!)
Moms still
She thought I better, but I didn't
She to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost like inside of me kept itchin
I thought the streets loved me, naw who was I (kiddin)
God lookin like the (oh)
me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit that looked like metal
I dropped outta school, naw not to be
I was sittin there bored, all y'all was fools
Fuck I read up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I ain't even my first toolie yet
Angie ain't even make knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I even smoke my first bollie yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but things a doobie yet
was comin for me, but naw it ain't subdue me yet

[Chorus - Joe
Young niggaz, know I 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 before I finally had my little young

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

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

[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 couldn't lockin in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad to get my thoughts straight
One month, one shower, without a court date
Just bags of nicotine, rollin
Did pull ups, ups, how the fuck'd I get here?
War stories, you a lot of shit here
Great place to visit, but naw don't wanna live here (live ...)
Naw gotta get my mind in a new
Grimey ass niggaz stealin my socks and
ever remember feelin such neglect
But snakes get snaked (dog), what the I expect? (expect)
I thought if I had earned niggaz respect
But niggaz hung up soon as heard "Collect"
Had my mag with the out
O.G.s' said to me the streets don't love you, they'll be there you get out
Bunch of the same people, stealin the space
A few of 'em'll die, a few will your place
I prayed to God I never catch another case
Cause CO's just us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey always hype and (why?)
I was close to Rikers Island
Was on Rikers, wilin (wilin)
I've been through way worse shit than a few gripes about my album (c'mon)

- w/ ad libs

[DJ On Point - talking over
out to mixtapekings.com
Can't my nigga Moozoo, Victory Square

- Joe Budden - talking] (*echo*)
For
God keep me from these young niggaz man
Cause I'll fuck and get a bid
Make me somethin 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, my eyes lit up
Keep me from these niggaz, for