Luyện nghe bài hát Motherless Child

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

Rich man, poor man, the headlines
getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes
Jobs and wars living by gun law
Jailcats come home and to take yours

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

(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 nice
Young blood guzzlin' hussled in a rain
Old Earth, shootin' in her veins

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

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

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

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

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

Oh shit, Bookhead, just a five, G headed King Tudpea
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 is now warfare and pull Delf

me, the nigga 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 screamed out I'm him

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

he shot my man in the ass
And mega 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?
shit is horrible
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)
No doubt this is how we
(Sometimes I feel, like a child)
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)