Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my words to my born

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

Ain't a bitch, they got me twisted in this game
The and the punk, police pointin' pistols at my brain
I if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the 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, only the 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 before I put my head on the pillow
Say a prayer, one to the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there
It's written for the and dumb that wasn't warned, help you
Make it through the storm, my to my first born, "Feel me"

My words to my born
My words to my born

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And God first and give thanks for the good times
As well as it hurts
It's player every corner you hit
Touchin' 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 gon'
Above the law, 2Pac, in this rap game

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

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

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