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 rapped in soft 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

just yesterday I cut your umbilical chords
Doctor said, "You have several purports, I guess you 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 abandon his child? I can never be selfish
Sometimes I feed him too much, upon his bib
I just birth 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 arms, I spread my wings to give you life
My child
I let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same

I you get a little older, gettin' up out your 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 now, what's my name?
And you look the same as
I can never be mad that, in fact I'm that
You know your dad dad, your daddy at

when I was your age, son, I never had that
I'ma be for my little nigga, you just a little nigga
Old enough to get potty trained, no more dypers
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
Know who my babysitter, I take him to my moms
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 never let you go, no, life without you here 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 star spangled
Walk with a bop just his pops
He wore his cap to the 'cause he seen his dad do that

Musta had his ear to the door 'cause he heard his mom's
'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
Life and I placed about four in your drawer

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

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

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

My child
With arms, I spread my wings to give you life
My first
I never let you go, no, life you here with me, I never be the same