Luyện nghe bài hát My First Child

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

no time for being a savage, I gotta push a carriage
But some rapped in soft fabric, this is deeper marriage
Chip off your old block, your off your old pops
But you too young to hear my stories 'bout how I rock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My first
With arms, I spread my wings to give you life
My first
I never let you go, no, life without you here with me, I 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
with a bop just like his pops
He wore his cap to the back 'cause he 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, for the talk, you know what these is for?
Life support and I placed about four in your

So whenever you do boy, 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 blessed 'em, he study Allah lessons

And I pray that the 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 or did I do wrong?
'Cause I made her have an abortion, now I wish that he was
Because he would have my first child, my first born

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