Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my to my first born

Can you picture, young in a rush to grow?
'Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his
never even saw it comin'
Too busy bullshittin', him with his mouth runnin'

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

What was supposed to be a hit, now shit is flipped
'Cause niggaz died over
not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a broken man
No witnesses, only the of who smoked the man

Young adolescents in our prime a life of crime
Though it ain't logical we hobble through these tryin'
Livin' blind, help 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 in heaven, I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb wasn't warned, help you
Make it the storm, my words to my first born, "Feel me"

My words to my first
My words to my born

my very first day on this earth, I was cursed
So I knew, the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no
'Cause wild seeds grow, we need more abortions

your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world they came to
I understand it's a better day sometimes cat's be sleepin'
On the dead end, with the car runnin' blinded

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

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

Flashin' frowns meant to be, was I wrong?
But never 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 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' sure my kittens got milk

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

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

And God first and give thanks for the good times
As well as it hurts
It's haters every corner you hit
Touchin' their tits, thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip

I you stressed out and fed up
But out, gun-blazin', and keep 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 lived a long hard life
And we done shed so many tears under 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 nigga?
Who was you? What was you How did you put it down?
These my words to my first born
So can know, y'knahmean? Haha

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