Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my words to my born

Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to
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, got me twisted in this game
The and the punk, police pointin' pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm out
My murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house

What was to be a easy hit, now shit is flipped
'Cause niggaz died bullshit
It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a man
No witnesses, the questions of who smoked the man

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

And before I put my head 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 warned, help you
Make it through the storm, my to my first born, "Feel me"

My words to my first
My to my first born

Since my very first day on earth, I was cursed
So I knew, that the birth of a would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no
'Cause seeds 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 came to
I understand it's a day comin' sometimes cat's be sleepin'
On the dead end, drivin' with the car blinded

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And keep God first and give thanks for the good
As well as when it
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 come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' up
You can call it what you want to but it gon' change
the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap game

And we done a long hard life
And we done shed so many tears these bright lights
Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and
We got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born

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

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