Luyện nghe bài hát Young'n Blues

See you gotta your hands to this

Snap your finger, stomp your feet, a eye do something

But you gotta move to this
What we do
That's right, that's

{I gather y'all here
To become a witness to something you may have never see or heard
something I wish to share with y'all today
You know it's hotter fire and it hurt worst than pain
This here is something you old folk, may not too much about}

{This here, is the, the young'n blues y'all
I got the, the blues y'all
I got the, the young'n blues
I got the, the young'n blues
me out

I met her I was young and she was younger
With a body like so her age meant nothing
I had to get her
After how she made daisy doots fit her all summer
I'm I could hit her all summer

And all she ever
Was for Weezy to love her
But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and her
But that didn't easy
'Cuz she ended up being my mother

And I felt smothered but little did I know
I'd never the same girl inside another
But I never that I'd be looking for her
And I thought that late at night
When I'm in the mix laying down with some
That it'll click

How this broad in my drawers don't know
what I did 'fore I was big
When's there's a with my kid where I should be
She to me
My love, my patience, my
please

I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n blues
I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n blues

I met her the fame
And she ain't like me but I got her after the game
Mami was a piece, young Cali sweet thang
Made her into wifey and then changed

It was going good, I was again
But then got rapidly strange and it had to be Wayne
She was still a virgin what more I ask from a dame
But I was a bastard, I for the pain
Now my ass in the

And she got a new life the flipped
And none of it includes Weezy and all his
And I remember the for the weekend
We was in the suite
And she looked enough to beat it up

we began to sleep and I
I'm dreaming the Victoria Secret lingerie
Told me keep it, she ain't want to see it
And just think I once saw it on the girl's
Now all I'm is nobody

I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n blues

You see I never really ran, but no
All I is big pimpin' ma'am
I'm tryna be Weezy
And the perfect just might be too hard to find in me, Weezy

Baby girl, you gotta with ya boy
all of that cursing it be hurting ya boy
Look for the better not the in ya boy
And maybe I can be ya boy, ya know what I'm

But see here is not your everyday love tune
the story of your everyday thug dude
And in mind you prolly thinkin' we don't love you
But on the real we just not to what love do

And consider that
We were to love money, ice, cars, and clothes
Love pussy but you don't love ho's
ya niggaz love ya children
Now if they got a bitch you could that
Holla

I got the blues y'all
I got the young'n blues
I got the young'n blues
I got the young'n blues

I got the young'n y'all
I got the young'n y'all
Weezy got the young'n blues y'all
I got the blues y'all

see
Pimps,
your hat off to this
'Cuz you gon' rub your after you hear this one man
Yes ma'am, you know I'm saying}

{Hold your cries after the jam people
This is real
You gotta me
Fe gotta feel me, ya know
Aight
Holla