Luyện nghe bài hát My First Child

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

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

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

I you helpless, I couldn't help it
How can a nigga abandon his child? I can be selfish
Sometimes I feed him too much, throw his bib
I gave birth to another one of God's kids

He see me, yet his eyes closed
I love his baby smell, his baby size
His eyes open, my eyes

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

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

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

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

And know who Allah be and eat Halal
And know how to salaam me, as-salaam
Know who my babysitter, I take him straight to my
Love it when I pick him up, he come straight to my

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

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

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

So whenever you do boy, just go raw
you need some more, just come, knock on your pops door
'Cause you I got 'em, I raised 'em, I dressed 'em
He himself, now Allah blessed 'em, he study Allah lessons

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

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

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