Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My First Born - Above The Law

Hehehe, these are my to my first born..

Can you picture, young in a rush to grow
til hard in the pen, had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it comin - too bullshittin
him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch
They got me twisted in game
The and the punk, po-lice pointin pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm out
My homies murdered style runnin in the drug house
what was supposed to be a easy hit - now is flipped
cause niggaz died over - it's not my dream
I'm seein of a broken man, no witnesses
Only the questions of who smoked the man, young
in our prime live a life of crime, it ain't logical
We hobble through tryin times, livin blind
help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore got to grow?
And right before I put my on the pillow, say a prayer one love
to the thugs in I'll see you there
It's written for the young and that wasn't warned
Help you it through the storm
My words to my born, feel me

.. My to my first born
.. My to my first born

Since my very first day on earth, I was cursed
So I knew, that the of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me was no distortion
Cause wild seeds can't grow, we more abortions
Quiet soul, cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world never came to
I understand a better day comin
Sometimes be sleepin on the dead end
drivin the car runnin blinded
Ain't no in the hood only hearts torn
letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that died up on the
Wasn't able to breathe, cause the wasn't able
- blame her I would do the same
All I could give it was my and my last name
Cause in the things change livin up and down
This hard life got me walkin my head down
Flashin frowns wasn't to be, was I wrong?
But I'll get to know, so I carry on
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't
My words to my born, feel me

.. My words to my born
.. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my born
.. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your nigga

the Law]
Two somethin somethin it's a new era
A too real, now see shit too clear
See there's more than just this scrilla and this
(What is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids I'm at this
Attack this, the must roll, hood stroll
Ain't no is it? Above the Law hustlers
If it's to chips, homey we'll handle ya

Yo..
Although we never take though we always into ery'thang
By all means, green, gangsta lean
They say money the world go 'round
So only 'ssociate yourself with paper
and that's truly down - and keep God first
And give thanks for the good times, as as when it hurts
player haters every corner you hit
Touchin their tits, thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip
I know you out and fed up
But come out, gun-blazin, and yo' head up
You can call it you want to but it ain't gon' change
Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap
And we lived a long hard life
And we done shed so many tears under these lights
Y'all, although we up, corrupted and scorned
We got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born

What you tell your kids nigga?
Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it
These my to my motherfuckin first born
so they can know, y'knahmean?
Ain't nuttin but a rider, Wessyde 'til I die
That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass they deal a motherfucker
I just to win, just played to win
Motherfucker gotta bet the odds..