Luyện nghe bài hát Young Niggas

[*Joe ad libs*]

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

(DJ ON POINT)

[Verse 1 - Joe
Yo, my a little different
Y'all was selling, I was sniffin
Psyche, rewind it, I'm just (OH!)
I was with old cats, tryna put my bid in
safe you was stackin in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was fuckin pigeons (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get in (OH!)
Was still spittin, before the vixens
Around the 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)
Guzzlin a and
I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes glisten (OH!)
still bitchin
She I knew better, but I didn't
She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost somethin inside of me kept itchin
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 that looked like
I dropped school, naw not to be cool
I was sittin there bored, thought all was fools
Fuck I wanna 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 ain't even smoke my bollie yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but wasn't a doobie yet
What was comin for me, but naw it subdue me yet

[Chorus - Joe
Young niggaz, know I used to be a young
I used to pop off to I ain't the one nigga
B and E's, stick ups and dirty niggaz
This before I finally had my little young

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

[You know why his name is On Point, cause he On Point

2 - Joe Budden]
Yo,
My first time locked up, I was a
Met up with mad niggaz I ain't in a while (yeah)
And it wasn't bad locked in with them (but)
But couldn't lockin in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts
One month, one shower, still without a date
Just bags of nicotine, rollin
Did pull ups, push ups, how the I get here?
War stories, you hear a lot of shit
Great place to visit, but naw don't wanna live here (live ...)
Naw get my mind in a new place
Grimey ass niggaz my socks and toothpaste
Can't ever remember such neglect
But snakes get snaked (dog), what the fuck'd I (expect)
I if anything I had earned niggaz respect
But niggaz up soon as they heard "Collect"
Had my mag with the out
O.G.s' said to me the streets love you, they'll be there when you get out
Bunch of the same people, the same space
A few of 'em'll die, a few will your place
I prayed to God that I never another case
CO's just treat us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey hype and smilin (why?)
I was this close to Rikers
Was bein on Rikers, (wilin)
I've been through way worse than havin a few gripes about my album (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 from these young niggaz man
Cause I'll fuck and get a bid
me somethin stupid and shit
Made me to bein .
the old me and shit
I hard to get money
I ain't go back
I ain't tryna go back to the hood, my eyes lit up
Keep me from niggaz, for real