Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my words to my born

Can you picture, niggaz in a rush to grow?
hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
Probably even saw it comin'
Too bullshittin', caught him with his mouth runnin'

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

What was supposed to be a hit, now shit is flipped
'Cause niggaz over 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 live a life of crime
Though it ain't we hobble through these tryin' times
Livin' blind, Lord me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore got to grow?

And right I put my head on the pillow
Say a prayer, one love to the thugs in heaven, I'll see you
It's written for the and dumb that wasn't warned, help you
Make it the storm, my words 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 child would make my life
And though it hurt me was no distortion
'Cause wild can't grow, we need more abortions

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

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

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

Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I
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 born
Yeah, these are the words to my born
Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your nigga

Two thousand somethin' it's a new era
A too real, now see shit too clear
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

fill this mattress, let my kids know 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, we'll handle ya

Although we never take advantage we always into ery'thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean, they say money
The world go so only '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
It's player every corner you hit
Touchin' their tits, 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 to but it ain't gon' change
Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap

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

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

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