Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my words to my born

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

this a bitch, they got me twisted in this game
The and the punk, police pointin' 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
'Cause niggaz died bullshit
It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a 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 tryin' times
Livin' blind, Lord help me with my soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore got to grow?

And before I put my head on the pillow
Say a prayer, one to the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that warned, help you
it through the storm, my words to my first born, "Feel me"

My to my first born
My to my first born

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

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

no love in the hood only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and
All the that 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 debt and my last
'Cause in the game things livin' up and down
This hard got me walkin' with my head down

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

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

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

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

Although we take advantage though we always into ery'thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean, they say money
The world go so only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers
And niggaz truly down

And keep God first and thanks for the good times
As well as it hurts
It's player haters corner you hit
Touchin' their tits, 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 you want to but it ain't gon' change
the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap game

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

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

Ain't 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 played to win, motherfucker got a better than I