Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my to my first born

Can you picture, niggaz in a rush to grow?
hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
Probably never saw it comin'
Too busy bullshittin', caught him with his mouth

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

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

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

My words to my first
My words to my born

Since my first day on this earth, I was cursed
So I knew, that the of a child would make my life worse
And it hurt me there was no distortion
'Cause wild can't grow, we need more abortions

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gotta this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
Attack this, the must roll, hood stroll
Ain't no question is it, the law hustlers
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, say money make
The world go 'round so only 'ssociate yourself paper chasers
And that's truly down

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

I you stressed out and fed up
But come out, gun-blazin', and yo' head up
You can call it what you want to but it gon' change
Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in rap game

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

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

nuttin' but a motherfuckin' rider, wessyde 'til I die
That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass
deal a motherfucker, I just played to win
I just to win, motherfucker got a better guess than I