Luyện nghe bài hát My First Child

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

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

'Cause just I cut your 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 abandon his I can never be selfish
I feed him too much, throw upon his bib
I just gave birth to another one of kids

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

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

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

First words now, what's my
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 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 have a righteous name

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

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

The day of school, I taught him respect, so he had a little manners
So he pledge allegiance before he sung the 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 a chick home
Okay, time for the talk, you what these is for?
Life support and I placed four in your drawer

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

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

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

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