Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy

I'm a you what I'm talking bout
I was a young boy
My mama always told me don't take no
Motherfucker hit you then you hit him back
So when I hit the nigga it go
And outta line

when I was 'bout big wheels and race tracks
Pop push the tornado and rode to tracks
Never stood a chance, from way back
to the baby, saying 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 household it was quite
hide and seek you might find a key

Caught a accidental it branded my mental
path. My role model in Lincoln Continental
Bought all my icees, it was about six
And he pulled off, I was like "See told you we was rich"

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

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

My momma see it coming, my daddy was there
What's my Cartoons were the root
Started Yosemite Sam
the gun in palm of each hand

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

Hustlers on the cars were aerodynamic
With ghetto jobs, mango M 3's
On seventeen inch BB's, riding
The bike was huffy, attention was

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

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

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

The dangled, forty-five degree angle
Still every bit a lady but you don't wanna
Let that 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 one's on the
See I could afford them, out a dream
Hustler on the rise, untied

Slid pass Young N's, break my stride
Didn't I was knotted in street ties
Teachers how and why, bitches passing by
Oh my he so gangsta!

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

tell you what I'm talking about
line!