Luyện nghe bài hát Motherless Child

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

man, poor man, read the headlines
Niggas getting murdered for and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars by gun law
Jailcats come home and 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 need a 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 blood fourties hussled in a rain
Old Earth, shootin' dope in her

He had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood,
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his

silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest peeling caps 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 pulled out on Duke, Hez and
But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and for kill
'Cause if he don't, these niggaz black barrels will

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

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

Oh shit, Bookhead, just bought a five, G King Tudpea
the size of Little Maurice
We got to get up baby, no cousin, to ten
I'm runnin' in, my instance
Is to 'em the time 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, the head, don't want to get blood in the tux
He burped, I him, bitch screamed 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 head and the

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 fast

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