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 in the pen, had to crush his throat
Probably never saw it comin'
Too busy bullshittin', him with his mouth runnin'

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

What was supposed to be a easy hit, now shit is
niggaz died over bullshit
It's not my dream, I'm pictures of a broken man
No witnesses, only the of who smoked the man

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

And right before I put my on the pillow
Say a prayer, one love to the thugs in heaven, see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned, you
Make it the storm, my words to my first born, "Feel me"

My words to my first
My to my first born

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

your 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 comin' sometimes 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 that died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't

Can't blame her I would do the
All I could it was my debt and my last 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 to my first born, "Feel me"

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

Two somethin' somethin' it's a new era
A nigga's too real, now see shit too
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 this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
Attack this, the mack roll, hood 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 into ery'thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean, they say money
The go 'round so only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers
And niggaz that's truly

And God first and give thanks for the good times
As as when it hurts
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 come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' up
You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon'
Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in rap game

And we done lived a long life
And we done shed so many tears under these lights
Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and
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 words to my motherfuckin' first
So they can know, Haha

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