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 back, Iron Man strikes back
(Lou Diamonds, Starks)
Raid your whole empire no

Rich man, poor man, read the
Niggas getting murdered for spot and dimes
Jobs and drug wars by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take

As the one, growing up broke me and my people
As the self, huh, I guess we all in the boat
Think it, plus that ninety proof
Playin' on the roof we need a next man to shoot

(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)

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

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

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

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

But, shit never down, one day downtown
He dropped an off
Money had slept like a
He up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived 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
Movin' slow, baseball hats, crazy low
Word life God, bull kag nigga gotta go

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

Remember me, the nigga the UA and you pulled out
Don't move even flinch
Fix 'em up, drop the head, don't want to get in the tux
He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm him

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

Then he 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
shit is horrible
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)
No doubt is how we dope
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)
(Sometimes I feel, like a child)