Luyện nghe bài hát My First Child

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

Ain't no time for a savage, I gotta push a carriage
But some in soft fabric, this is deeper than 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 have purports, I guess you shook it off"
Bless, my God, my child, my first born
I so rebirth like this my first song

I held you helpless, I help it
How can a nigga abandon his child? I can be selfish
Sometimes I feed him too much, upon his bib
I just gave birth to 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 eyes

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

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

First words now, my name?
And you almost the same as
I can be mad that, in fact I'm glad that
You your dad dad, where your daddy at

'Cause when I was your age, son, I had that
I'ma be there for my little nigga, you a little nigga
Old enough to get potty trained, no more 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, as-salaam
who my babysitter, I take him straight to my moms
Love it I pick him up, he come straight to my arms

My child
With open arms, I spread my wings to give you
My child
I never let you go, no, life 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 before he sung the star spangled banner
Walk with a bop just like his
He wore his cap to the 'cause he seen 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 a chick home
Okay, time for the talk, you know what these is
Life and I placed about four in your drawer

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

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

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 my first child, my first born

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