Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my words to my born

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

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

What was supposed to be a hit, now shit is flipped
'Cause niggaz died bullshit
It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a 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 through these tryin' times
Livin' blind, help me with my troubled soul
Why all my had to die 'fore they got to grow?

And right before I put my on the pillow
Say a prayer, one love to the in heaven, I'll 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

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 was no distortion
'Cause wild seeds grow, we need more abortions

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

Ain't no love in the hood only torn
Love letters to the innocent and
All the babies that up on the table
able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able

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 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 for the young and dumb that wasn't born
My words to my born, "Feel me"

My words to my first
Yeah, these are the 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 this scrilla and this tilt, what else is it dawg?
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they

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

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

And God first and give thanks for the good times
As well as it hurts
It's player haters every 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 what you want to but it ain't change
the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap game

And we done lived a long hard
And we done shed so tears under 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? was you doin'? How did you put it down?
my words to my motherfuckin' first born
So they can know, y'knahmean?

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