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 comes back, Iron Man strikes back
(Lou Diamonds, Starks)
Raid whole empire no doubt

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

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

(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)

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

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

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

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

But, never calm down, one day downtown
He dropped an 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 the movie theatre

One had all guess on, like he had a vest on
The felly pell tucked with a firearm
slow, baseball hats, crazy down low
Word God, this bull kag nigga gotta go

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

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

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

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

(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, like a child)