Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my to my first born

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

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

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

Young adolescents in our live a life of crime
Though it ain't logical we hobble these tryin' times
Livin' blind, Lord help me with my 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, I'll see you
It's written for the young and dumb wasn't warned, help you
Make it through the storm, my to my first born, "Feel me"

My words to my born
My to my first born

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

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 love in the only hearts torn
letters 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 name
'Cause in the game change livin' up and down
This hard life got me with my head down

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

My to my first 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 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 kittens got milk

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

Although we take advantage though we always into ery'thang
By all means, stack green, lean, they say money make
The world go 'round so only 'ssociate yourself paper chasers
And that's truly down

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

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

What you tell your kids nigga?
Who was you? What was you How did you put it down?
my words to my motherfuckin' first born
So they can know, Haha

Ain't nuttin' but a 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