Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe ad libs*]

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

(DJ ON POINT)

[Verse 1 - Joe
Yo, my a little different
niggaz was selling, I was sniffin
Psyche, rewind it, I'm just (OH!)
I was hangin with old cats, put my bid in
Same safe you was in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was fuckin with (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)
Was spittin, before the video vixens
the time Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggaz was still
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 glisten (OH!)
Moms still
She thought I knew better, but I
She tried to talk to 'em, listen (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost like somethin inside of me kept
I the streets loved me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin)
God lookin like the (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit looked like metal
I dropped outta school, naw not to be
I was sittin there bored, thought all y'all was
Fuck I read up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I even have my first toolie yet
ain't even make that knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I ain't even smoke my first yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but things a doobie yet
What was 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 the one nigga
B and E's, ups and dirty guns niggaz
This before I had my little young nigga

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

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

2 - Joe Budden]
Yo,
My first time locked up, I was a
Met up with mad I ain't seen in a while (yeah)
And it wasn't bad bein locked in them (but)
But fathom lockin in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my straight
One month, one shower, without a court date
bags of nicotine, rollin paper
Did pull ups, push ups, how the fuck'd I get
War stories, you hear a lot of shit
Great place to visit, but naw don't wanna live (live here ...)
Naw gotta get my in a new place
ass niggaz stealin my socks and toothpaste
Can't remember feelin such neglect
But snakes get (dog), what the fuck'd I expect? (expect)
I thought if anything I had niggaz respect
But niggaz up soon as they heard "Collect"
Had my mag the tits out
O.G.s' said to me the streets don't you, they'll be there when you get out
Bunch of the same people, stealin the same
A few of die, a few will take your place
I prayed to God that I never catch case
Cause CO's just treat us we rats in a maze
You why Joey always hype and smilin (why?)
I was this to Rikers Island
Was on Rikers, wilin (wilin)
I've been through way shit than havin a few gripes about my album (c'mon)

- w/ ad libs

[DJ On Point - over Chorus]
out to mixtapekings.com
Can't my nigga Moozoo, Victory Square

[Outro - Joe Budden - (*echo*)
For
God keep me from little young niggaz man
I'll fuck around and get a bid
Make me somethin and shit
Made me resort to .
the old me and shit
I hard to get money
I ain't go back
I ain't go back to the hood, keep my eyes lit up
me from these niggaz, for real