Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my words to my born

Can you picture, niggaz in a rush to grow?
'Til timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
Probably never saw it comin'
Too busy bullshittin', him with his mouth runnin'

Ain't this a bitch, got me twisted in this game
The feds and the punk, pointin' pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm wrong I'm thugged out
My homies murdered style runnin' in the drug house

What was supposed to be a easy hit, now shit is
niggaz died over bullshit
It's not my dream, I'm pictures of a broken man
No witnesses, the questions of who smoked the man

Young adolescents in our prime live a of crime
Though it ain't logical we hobble these tryin' times
Livin' blind, Lord help me with my soul
Why all my had to die 'fore they got to grow?

And right before I put my on the pillow
Say a prayer, one love to the thugs in heaven, see you there
It's written for the young and dumb wasn't warned, help you
Make it through the storm, my to my first born, "Feel me"

My words to my first
My words to my first

Since my first day on this earth, I was cursed
So I knew, that the birth of a would make my life worse
And though it me there was no distortion
'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need abortions

your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world never came to
I understand it's a better day sometimes cat's be sleepin'
On the dead end, drivin' the car runnin' blinded

Ain't no love in the only hearts torn
Love letters to the and unborn
All the babies that died up on the
Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the wasn't able

Can't blame her I would do the
All I could give it was my debt and my name
'Cause in the game things change livin' up and
This hard life got me with my head down

frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll never get to know, so I on
It's written for the and dumb that wasn't born
My words to my born, "Feel me"

My words to my born
Yeah, are the words to my first born
Hey nigga talk to born, talk to your seed nigga

Two thousand somethin' somethin' a new era
A too real, now see shit too clear
See there's more just this scrilla and this tilt, what else is it dawg?
The velvet and the silk, and makin' my kittens got they milk

Gotta this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
Attack this, the mack must roll, hood
no question is it, above the law hustlers
If it's to chips, homey we'll handle ya

we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean, say money make
The world go 'round so only 'ssociate yourself with paper
And niggaz that's truly

And keep God and give thanks for the good times
As well as it hurts
It's player haters every you hit
their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip

I you stressed out and fed up
But out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up
You can call it what you want to but it ain't change
Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap

And we done a long hard life
And we done shed so many tears these bright lights
Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and
We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first

What you tell your kids nigga?
Who was What was you doin'? How did you put it down?
my words to my motherfuckin' first born
So they can know, y'knahmean?

nuttin' but a motherfuckin' rider, wessyde 'til I die
That's all it was, a crooked-ass hand
They deal a motherfucker, I just to win
I just played to win, motherfucker got a better guess I