Luyện nghe bài hát Motherless Child

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

Rich man, poor man, the headlines
Niggas getting murdered for and bigger dimes
and drug wars living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take

As the one, growing 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 man to shoot

(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)

Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three
Showin' off his eight 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 Miss You" by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood,
Clocking dollars, by the like his digital

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

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

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

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

Oh shit, Bookhead, just bought a five, G headed King
About the size of 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

me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out
Don't don't even flinch
Fix 'em up, drop the head, want to get blood in the tux
He burped, I shot him, screamed 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 out with a half a shotty
I laughed, grab the Tud head and the cash

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

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