Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy

I'm a you what I'm talking bout
When I was a boy
My mama always told me don't no shit
Motherfucker hit you you better hit him back
So I hit the nigga it go blame
And nigga line

Back when I was 'bout big wheels and race
Pop push the tornado and rode to eight
Never stood a chance, exposed way back
Lying to the baby, it's Ajax

I was about four, when I walked passed door
That should have been where I first witnessed the raw
See in my it was quite unique
Playing' hide and seek you find a key

Caught a glimpse accidental it branded my
path. My role model in that Lincoln
Bought all my friends icees, it was six
And when he pulled off, I was like "See you we was rich"

How I turned out let it be no
When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings to their eyes, see
My got a history of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother, to grandmother, it's tradition

I'm a you what I'm talking bout
When I was a boy
My mama told me don't take no shit
hit you then you better hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go
And outta line, I said, "Motherfucker's outta line"

My momma didn't see it coming, my was there
What's my Cartoons were the root
Started Yosemite Sam
With the gun in of each hand

What I demand see
Thirteen, studied the gansta's
Lil' no smile, lotta cash meanwhile
Daddy had the fifth avey

Hustlers on the block cars aerodynamic
With paint jobs, mango M 3's
On inch BB's, riding tough
The bike was huffy, was froze

And a twenty-five cent frozen cup laid my
The streets had made the
Since fourteen holding' push a T was
Rebel Che Gueverra, RC Tyco verses Carrera, pick

I'm a tell you I'm talking bout
I was a young boy
My always told me don't take no shit
Mother hit you then you better hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go blame
And nigga outta line, I said, "Motherfucker's line"

I think of grandma and the she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me of Madame Queen in
Spoiled the grandkids, each one she treasure
Said she kept two and to do so was a pleasure

The cigarette dangled, degree angle
Still every bit a but you don't wanna tangle
Let explain me and how I got involved
N's hustlers in the creek, me, Jon Jon and Jamal

Age fifteen, walking through the
Played the New Jordan's, first on the scene
See I could afford them, out a dream
Hustler on the rise, laces

Slid pass Young N's, break my stride
know I was knotted in street ties
Teachers how and why, bitches passing by
Oh my he so gangsta!

I'ma you what I'm talking about
When I was a boy
My mama always told me don't no shit
Motherfucker hit you you better hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go
And nigga line, I said, "Your nigga's outta line"

I'ma tell you I'm talking about
line!