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 time for being a savage, I gotta push a
But some rapped in soft fabric, this is deeper marriage
Chip off old block, your chip off your old pops
But you too young to hear my stories 'bout how I rock

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

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

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

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

I watched you get a little older, gettin' up out stroller
you over my shoulders, you my little soldier
And I love you some more, it's the same
First time you walk, you fell on the floor, circus

First now, what's my name?
And you almost look the 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 had that
I'ma be there for my little nigga, you just a nigga
Old enough to get trained, no more dypers changed
I him El Kwan, so he could have a righteous name

And know who Allah be and eat Salami
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 open arms, I spread my wings to you life
My child
I let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same

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

Musta had his ear to the 'cause 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 what these is for?
Life support and I placed four in your drawer

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

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

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

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