Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my to my first born

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

this a bitch, they got me twisted in this game
The and the punk, police pointin' pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm 'cause I'm thugged out
My homies murdered style runnin' in the drug house

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

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

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 for the young 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 first

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

Quiet soul, 'cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a they never came to
I understand it's a better day 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 babies died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe, the family wasn't able

blame her I would do the same
All I could give it was my debt and my last
'Cause in the game change livin' up and down
This hard got me walkin' with my head down

Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I
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 words to my born
Hey nigga talk to your born, to your 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 sure my kittens got they milk

Gotta this mattress, let my kids 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 we'll ya

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

And keep God first and thanks for the good times
As as when it hurts
player haters every corner you hit
Touchin' their tits, 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 ain't gon'
Above the law, 2Pac, in this rap game

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

What you gon' your kids nigga?
Who was you? was you doin'? How did you put it down?
my words 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 deal a motherfucker, I just to win
I just played to win, motherfucker got a better than I