Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my to my first born

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

Ain't this a bitch, they got me 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 execution style in the drug house

What was supposed to be a easy hit, now 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 live a life of crime
Though it ain't logical we hobble through these times
Livin' blind, Lord me with my troubled soul
Why all my had to die 'fore they got to grow?

And right before I put my head on the
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
Make it through the storm, my words to my 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, that the birth of a child would 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 world they never to
I understand it's a better day sometimes cat's be sleepin'
On the dead end, drivin' the car runnin' blinded

no love in the hood only hearts torn
Love to the innocent and unborn
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 debt and my name
'Cause in the things change livin' up and down
This hard life got me walkin' with my head

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 dumb that wasn't
My to my first born, "Feel me"

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

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

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

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

And keep God and give thanks for the good times
As as when 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 hard life
And we done shed so many tears under these lights
Y'all, although we up, corrupted and scorned
We got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born

What you tell your kids nigga?
Who was you? What was you How did you put it down?
These my to my motherfuckin' 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, got a better guess than I