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 his throat
Probably never even saw it
Too busy bullshittin', caught him his mouth runnin'

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

What was to be a easy hit, now shit is flipped
'Cause died over bullshit
It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a 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 me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to

And right before I put my head on the
Say a prayer, one love to the thugs in heaven, see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that warned, help you
Make it through the storm, my to my first born, "Feel me"

My to my first born
My words to my first

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

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

Ain't no in the hood only hearts torn
Love to the innocent and unborn
All the that died up on the table
able to breathe, 'cause the family 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 change livin' up and down
This hard got me walkin' with my head down

Flashin' frowns meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll get to know, so I carry 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 talk to your born, talk to 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' sure my kittens got they

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

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

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

I know you out and fed up
But come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' 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 done lived a long hard
And we shed so many tears under these bright lights
Y'all, we grew up, corrupted and scorned
We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first

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

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