Luyện nghe bài hát Motherless Child

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

Rich man, man, read the headlines
Niggas murdered for spot and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars by gun law
Jailcats come and want 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 that ninety proof
Playin' on the roof sayin' we a next man to shoot

(Sometimes I feel, like a child)

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

He never had it all, the kid loved
Had a favorite song, "I You" written by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood,
dollars, by the hour 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 of satin'

as the cow he had crazy beef
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and
But he up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill
'Cause if he don't, 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, relax he lived in there
Two kids was beamin' him, them niggaz the movie theatre

One had all on, lookin' like he had a vest on
The felly pell tucked with a firearm
Movin' slow, baseball hats, down low
life 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 'em the time is now warfare and pull Delf

Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you 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 screamed out I'm him

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

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 fast

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