Luyện nghe bài hát Motherless Child

(Sometimes I feel like a 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 no doubt

man, poor man, read the headlines
Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger
and drug wars living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to yours

As the young one, growing up broke me and my
As the self, huh, I guess we all in the boat
Think it, plus drinkin' ninety proof
Playin' on the roof sayin' we 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 plus, what a nice whip
Young blood fourties hussled in a rain
Old Earth, shootin' in her veins

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

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

Labeled as the cow he had 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, shit never calm down, one day
He an ounce off
Money had like a nightgown
He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he in there
Two kids was him, them niggaz from the movie theatre

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

Oh shit, Bookhead, just a five, G headed King Tudpea
About the size of Little
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

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

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

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

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