Luyện nghe bài hát Motherless Child

(Sometimes I like a motherless child)
(Yo yo guzzlin' forties, get it on fella, no doubt)
The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Man strikes back
(Lou Diamonds, Starks)
Raid your empire no doubt

man, poor man, read the headlines
Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger
Jobs and wars living by gun law
Jailcats home and want to take yours

As the young one, up broke me and my people
As the self, huh, I we all in the same boat
it, plus drinkin' that ninety proof
Playin' on the roof sayin' we need a next man to

(Sometimes I feel, like a child)

Yo, I know a kid, who got hit for three bricks
off his eight fifty plus, what a nice whip
Young blood guzzlin' fourties in a rain
Old Earth, shootin' dope in her

He had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favorite song, "I You" written by Aaron Hall
Now to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour his digital

silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest niggaz peeling known as the Islanders
From Staten, where crazy clips be
Slept in his principal spreads, made of satin'

as the cow he had crazy beef
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and
But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and for kill
if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will

But, shit calm down, one day downtown
He an ounce off
had slept like a nightgown
He rolled up in the Albee Square, like he lived in there
Two kids was beamin' him, them niggaz from the theatre

One had all guess on, lookin' he had a vest on
The felly pell tucked with a firearm
Movin' slow, baseball hats, down low
Word life God, this bull kag gotta go

Oh shit, Bookhead, just bought a five, G headed Tudpea
About the size of Maurice
We got to get up baby, no cousin, to ten
I'm in, my first instance
Is to return 'em the is now warfare and pull Delf

Remember me, the from the UA and you pulled out
move don't even flinch
Fix 'em up, drop the head, want to get blood in the tux
He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm him

Had to hit him ten more times make I got him
Told the lay on the floor, shake the comedy
Randy out wacked out with a half a shotty
I laughed, grab the Tud head and the cash

Then he my man in the ass
And broke glass
Damn, had to go out a blast
I my way up out of the Albee fast

(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)
Oh shit, the fuck?
This shit is
(Sometimes I feel, like a child)
No doubt this is how we
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)