Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my words to my first

Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to
hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
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 wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm out
My homies execution style runnin' in the drug house

was supposed to be a easy hit, now shit is flipped
'Cause niggaz died over
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 life of
Though it logical we hobble through these tryin' times
blind, Lord help me with 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 to the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there
It's for the young and dumb that wasn't warned, help you
Make it the storm, my words to my first born, "Feel me"

My words to my first
My words to my born

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

Quiet your soul, 'cause you what 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' the car runnin' blinded

no love in the hood only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and
All the babies died up on the table
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 and my last name
'Cause in the game things livin' up and down
This hard life got me walkin' with my 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 young and 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 born, talk to your seed nigga

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

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

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

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

I know you out and fed up
But out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up
You can call it what you want to but it gon' change
Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in rap game

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

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

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