Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my to my first born

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

this a bitch, they got me twisted in this game
The feds and the punk, police pistols at my brain
I if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the house

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

adolescents in our prime live a life of crime
Though it ain't logical we hobble these tryin' times
blind, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my had to die 'fore they 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 wasn't warned, you
Make it through the storm, my words to my 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, the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it me there was no distortion
'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need abortions

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

Ain't no love in the 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 blame her I do the same
All I could give it was my debt and my last
'Cause in the game things change up and down
This hard life got me walkin' my head down

Flashin' frowns wasn't to be, was I wrong?
But I'll never get to know, so I on
It's written for the young and that wasn't born
My to my first born, "Feel me"

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

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

Gotta this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
this, the mack 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 always ery'thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean, say money make
The go 'round so only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers
And niggaz truly down

And God first and give thanks for the good times
As well as it hurts
It's haters every corner you hit
their tits, hella thick, tryin' 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 gon'
Above the law, 2Pac, in this rap game

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

What you gon' tell your kids
Who was you? was you doin'? How did you put it down?
These my to my motherfuckin' first born
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 deal a motherfucker, I just to win
I just played to win, motherfucker got a better than I