Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe Budden ad

[DJ On Point - talking Joe Budden]
shit right here in called Young Niggaz
Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the
Monie Ave, I see you

(DJ ON POINT)

[Verse 1 - Joe
Yo, my a little different
Y'all niggaz was selling, I was
Psyche, rewind it, I'm just (OH!)
I was with old cats, tryna put my bid in
safe you was stackin in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was fuckin with (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get in (OH!)
Was still spittin, before the video
Around the time had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggaz was still
I was stealin money from my anytime she left her purse in the kitchen (that was fucked up)
Guzzlin a and
I was as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn't glisten (OH!)
Moms bitchin
She thought I knew better, but I
She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, listen)
It's almost like inside of me kept itchin
I thought the streets loved me, naw who was I (kiddin)
God lookin the devil (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn anytime I found shit that looked like metal
I dropped outta school, naw not to be
I was sittin bored, thought all y'all was fools
Fuck I wanna up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I ain't even have my toolie yet
Angie ain't even make that knife go me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I ain't even my first bollie yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but things wasn't a yet
was comin for me, but naw it ain't subdue me yet

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

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

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

[Verse 2 - Joe
Yo,
My first locked up, I was a child
Met up with mad I ain't seen in a while (yeah)
And it wasn't bad bein locked in with (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, still a court date
Just of nicotine, rollin paper
Did pull ups, push ups, how the fuck'd I get
War stories, you a lot of shit here
place to visit, but naw don't wanna live here (live here ...)
Naw gotta get my mind in a new
Grimey ass niggaz my socks and toothpaste
Can't ever remember such neglect
But snakes get snaked (dog), the fuck'd I expect? (expect)
I thought if anything I had niggaz 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
Bunch of the same people, the same space
A few of 'em'll die, a few will your place
I to God that I never catch another case
Cause CO's just treat us like we in a maze
You why Joey always hype and smilin (why?)
I was this close to Island
Was bein on Rikers, (wilin)
I've been way worse shit than havin a few gripes about my album (c'mon)

- w/ ad libs

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

[Outro - Joe - talking] (*echo*)
For
God keep me from these little 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 tryna go
I ain't tryna go back to the hood, keep my lit up
Keep me from niggaz, for real