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)
your whole empire no doubt

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

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

(Sometimes I feel, like a child)

Yo, I know a kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin' off his fifty plus, what a nice whip
Young guzzlin' 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 Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood,
Clocking dollars, by the like his digital

Styrofoam silencers, he rolled with the
Wildest niggaz peeling known as the Islanders
From Staten, where 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, these niggaz with barrels will

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

One had all on, lookin' like he had a vest on
The other felly pell tucked 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
the size of Little 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 and pull Delf

Remember me, the from the UA and you pulled out
Don't move don't even
Fix 'em up, drop the head, don't to get blood in the tux
He burped, I shot him, screamed out I'm robbin' 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 a half a shotty
I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the

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

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