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

Rich man, poor man, the headlines
Niggas getting murdered for and bigger dimes
and drug wars living by gun law
Jailcats come home and to take yours

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 kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin' off his eight fifty plus, what a whip
Young blood guzzlin' fourties in a rain
Old Earth, shootin' dope in her

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

silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest niggaz peeling caps as the Islanders
From Staten, where clips 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 it real and went for kill
'Cause if he don't, niggaz with black barrels will

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

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

Oh shit, Bookhead, just a five, G headed King Tudpea
About the of Little Maurice
We got to get up baby, no cousin, to ten
I'm in, my first instance
Is to 'em the time is now warfare and pull Delf

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

Had to hit him ten times 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

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

(Sometimes I feel, like a 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)