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

Ain't this a bitch, they got me in this game
The feds and the punk, police pointin' 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 easy hit, now shit is
'Cause niggaz died bullshit
It's not my dream, I'm pictures of a broken man
No witnesses, only the of who smoked the man

Young in our prime live a life of crime
Though it ain't logical we hobble through these tryin'
Livin' blind, Lord help me my troubled 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 to the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned, 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 child would my life worse
And it hurt me there was no distortion
'Cause wild can't grow, we need more abortions

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

Ain't no in the hood only hearts torn
Love to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that died up on the
Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the wasn't able

Can't blame her I would do the
All I could it was my debt and my last name
in the game things change livin' up and down
This hard life got me walkin' my head down

Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I
But I'll get to know, so I carry on
It's written for the and dumb that wasn't born
My to my first born, "Feel me"

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

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

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

Although we never take advantage 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 give thanks for the times
As well as it hurts
It's player haters every you hit
Touchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo'

I know you out and fed up
But out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up
You can it what you want to but it ain't gon' change
Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap

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

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

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