Luyện nghe bài hát My First Child

Oh man
That's my child, my first born man
I did this, I created

Ain't no for being a savage, I gotta push a carriage
But some rapped in soft fabric, this is deeper marriage
Chip off your old block, chip off your old pops
But you too young to hear my stories how I sold rock

'Cause just yesterday I cut your umbilical
Doctor said, "You have several purports, I you shook it off"
Bless, my God, my child, my first born
I feel so rebirth like my first song

I held you helpless, I help it
How can a nigga abandon his I can never be selfish
Sometimes I feed him too much, throw his bib
I just gave to another one of God's kids

He can't see me, yet his eyes
I love his baby smell, his baby size
His eyes open, my froze

My child
With open arms, I spread my wings to you life
My first
I never let you go, no, without you here with me, I never be the same

I watched you get a older, gettin' up out your stroller
you over my shoulders, you my little soldier
And I love you more, it's never the same
First time you walk, you on the floor, circus score

First now, what's my name?
And you almost the same as
I can never be mad that, in I'm glad that
You know your dad dad, where your at

'Cause when I was your age, son, I never had
I'ma be there for my little nigga, you a little nigga
Old enough to get trained, no more dypers changed
I him El Kwan, so he could have a righteous name

And know who be and eat Halal Salami
And know how to salaam me, wa-alaikum
Know who my babysitter, I him straight to my moms
Love it when I him up, he come straight to my arms

My first
With open arms, I spread my to give you life
My child
I never let you go, no, life without you with me, I never be the same

The first day of school, I him respect, so he had a little manners
So he pledge allegiance before he sung the spangled banner
Walk with a bop like his pops
He wore his cap to the 'cause he seen his dad do that

Musta had his ear to the door he heard his mom's moan
'Cause the first day he got the key to the crib he brung a home
Okay, time for the talk, you know what is for?
Life support and I placed about four in drawer

So you do boy, just don't go raw
Whenever you need more, just come, knock on your pops door
you know I got 'em, I raised 'em, I dressed 'em
He dress himself, now Allah blessed 'em, he study Allah

And I that the streets don't arrest him
His friends are pass him a lee joint
But I'll pass him the

Sometimes I think like, did I do right or did I do
'Cause I made her have an abortion, now I that he was born
Because he would been my first child, my first born

My child
With open arms, I spread my wings to give you
My first
I never let you go, no, without you here with me, I never be the same