Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my to my first born

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

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

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

adolescents in our prime live a life of crime
Though it logical we hobble through these tryin' times
Livin' blind, help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to

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

My to my first born
My words to my first

my very first day on this 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 can't grow, we need more abortions

Quiet your soul, you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world they came to
I understand it's a better day comin' sometimes cat's be
On the dead end, drivin' the car runnin' blinded

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

blame her I would do the same
All I could give it was my debt and my name
'Cause in the game change livin' up and down
This hard life got me 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 wasn't born
My to my first born, "Feel me"

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

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

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

Although we 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 truly down

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

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

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

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

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