Luyện nghe bài hát Motherless Child

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

Rich man, man, read the headlines
Niggas getting for spot and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug living by gun law
Jailcats come and want to take yours

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

(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)

Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for bricks
Showin' off his eight fifty plus, what a whip
Young guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain
Old Earth, dope in her veins

He never had it all, the kid basketball
Had a favorite song, "I You" written by Aaron Hall
Now to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour his digital

Styrofoam silencers, he rolled with the
Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the
From Staten, crazy clips be clappin'
Slept in his principal spreads, threads of satin'

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

But, never calm down, one day downtown
He an ounce off
Money had slept like a
He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax he lived in there
Two kids was beamin' him, them from the movie theatre

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

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

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

Had to hit him ten times make sure I got him
Told the owner lay on the floor, the comedy
Randy came out wacked out with a half a
I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the

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

(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)
Oh shit, what the
This shit is
(Sometimes I feel, like a child)
No this is how we dope
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)