Luyện nghe bài hát Motherless Child

(Sometimes I like a motherless child)
(Yo yo guzzlin' forties, get it on fella, no doubt)
The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes
(Lou Diamonds, Starks)
Raid 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 want to 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 ninety
on the roof sayin' we need a next man to shoot

(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)

Yo, I know a kid, who got hit for three bricks
off his eight fifty plus, what a nice whip
Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a
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 peeling 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
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and
But he fucked up, he kept it real and went for kill
if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will

But, shit calm down, one day downtown
He dropped an off
had slept like a nightgown
He up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there
Two kids was beamin' him, them niggaz the movie theatre

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

Oh shit, Bookhead, just bought a five, G 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 time is now and pull Delf

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

Had to hit him ten times make sure 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 Tud head and the cash

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 Albee

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