Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe Budden ad

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

(DJ ON POINT)

1 - Joe Budden]
Yo, my a little different
Y'all niggaz was selling, I was
Psyche, rewind it, I'm kiddin (OH!)
I was with old cats, tryna put my bid in
Same you was stackin in, I was tryna get in
was fuckin with pigeons (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)
Was spittin, before the video vixens
Around the time had got dunked on by Pippen
was still pitchin
I was stealin money my moms 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 wouldn't (OH!)
still bitchin
She thought I better, but I didn't
She tried to talk to 'em, 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)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit that like metal
I dropped school, naw not to be cool
I was sittin there bored, thought all was fools
I wanna 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
to have it wrapped, but things wasn't a doobie yet
What was for me, but naw it ain't subdue me yet

- Joe Budden]
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 dirty niggaz
This I finally had my little young nigga

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

[You know why his 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 bein locked in with (but)
But couldn't fathom in at 10
fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts straight
One month, one shower, still without a court
bags of nicotine, rollin paper
Did ups, push ups, how the fuck'd I get here?
War stories, you hear a lot of shit
Great place to visit, but naw don't live here (live here ...)
Naw gotta get my mind in a new
Grimey ass stealin my socks and toothpaste
Can't ever feelin such neglect
But snakes get snaked (dog), what the I expect? (expect)
I if anything I had earned niggaz respect
But niggaz hung up soon as they "Collect"
Had my mag with the out
O.G.s' said to me the streets don't love you, they'll be 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
CO's just treat us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey hype and smilin (why?)
I was close to Rikers Island
Was bein on Rikers, (wilin)
I've been through way worse shit than havin a few gripes about my (c'mon)

[Chorus] - w/ ad

[DJ On - talking 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 I'll around and get a bid
Make me somethin and shit
me resort to bein .
Bein the old me and
I hard 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