Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my words to my first

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

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

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

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

And right before I put my on the pillow
Say a prayer, one love to the thugs in heaven, see you there
written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned, help you
Make it the storm, my words to my first born, "Feel me"

My words to my born
My words to my first

Since my first day on this earth, I was cursed
So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life
And though it 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 understand it's a better day sometimes cat's be sleepin'
On the end, drivin' with the car runnin' blinded

Ain't no love in the hood only hearts
Love letters to the innocent and
All the babies died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the 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 livin' up and down
This hard life got me with my head down

frowns wasn't 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 first
Yeah, these are the words to my first
Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to seed nigga

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

Gotta fill mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
Attack this, the mack must roll, stroll
no question is it, above the law hustlers
If related 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 money
The world go 'round so only 'ssociate with paper chasers
And niggaz that's down

And keep God and give thanks for the good times
As well as when it
player haters every corner you hit
Touchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo'

I you stressed out and fed up
But come out, gun-blazin', and yo' head up
You can call it what you to but it ain't gon' change
Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in rap game

And we done lived a hard life
And we done so many tears under these bright 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 words to my motherfuckin' born
So they can know, y'knahmean?

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