Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my words to my born

Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to
'Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his
Probably even saw it comin'
Too busy bullshittin', caught him with his runnin'

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

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

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

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

My words to my born
My to my first born

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

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

Ain't no love in the hood only torn
letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't

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

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

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

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

Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at
Attack this, the mack must roll, hood
Ain't no question is it, above the law
If related to chips, homey we'll handle ya

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

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

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

And we lived a long hard life
And we shed so many tears under 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 gon' your kids nigga?
Who was you? What was you How did you put it down?
These my to my motherfuckin' first born
So they can know, Haha

Ain't but a motherfuckin' rider, wessyde 'til I die
all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand
They a motherfucker, I just played to win
I just played to win, motherfucker got a better guess I