Luyện nghe bài hát Motherless Child

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

Rich man, man, read the headlines
Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger
Jobs and drug wars by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take

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

(Sometimes I feel, like a child)

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

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

Styrofoam silencers, he rolled with the
niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders
From Staten, where crazy be clappin'
Slept in his principal spreads, made 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 and went for kill
if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will

But, shit never down, one day downtown
He dropped an off
had slept like a nightgown
He up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there
Two kids was beamin' him, them niggaz from the movie

One had all guess on, lookin' like he had a on
The other pell tucked with a firearm
Movin' slow, baseball hats, crazy low
Word life God, 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 instance
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, bitch out I'm robbin' him

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

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

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