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 never even saw it
Too busy bullshittin', caught him his mouth runnin'

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 'cause 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 over
It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a man
No witnesses, only the questions of who the man

Young adolescents in our prime a life of crime
it ain't logical we hobble through these tryin' times
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 on the pillow
Say a prayer, one love to the thugs in heaven, I'll see you
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned, you
it through the storm, my words to my first born, "Feel me"

My to my first born
My words to my first

my very first day on this earth, I was cursed
So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my worse
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 victims of a world they never to
I understand it's a better day comin' sometimes be sleepin'
On the dead end, drivin' the car runnin' blinded

Ain't no love in the hood hearts torn
Love to the innocent and unborn
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 give it was my debt and my name
'Cause in the game things change livin' up and
This hard life got me with my head down

frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll 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 words to my born
Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed

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 tilt, what else is it dawg?
The velvet and the silk, and makin' my kittens got they milk

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

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

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

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

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

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