Luyện nghe bài hát Motherless Child

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

man, poor man, read the headlines
Niggas getting for spot and bigger dimes
and drug wars living 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 same
Think it, drinkin' that ninety proof
Playin' on the sayin' we need a next man to shoot

(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)

Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for bricks
off his eight 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 Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood,
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his

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

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 and went for kill
'Cause if he don't, these with black barrels will

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

One had all guess on, like he had a vest on
The other felly pell tucked with a
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 size of Maurice
We got to get up baby, no cousin, to ten
I'm in, my first 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, don't 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
the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy
Randy came out 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 a blast
I my way up out of the Albee fast

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