Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my to my first born

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

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

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

Young adolescents in our prime live a of crime
Though it ain't logical we hobble through these times
Livin' blind, Lord help me with my soul
Why all my homies had to die they 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 wasn't warned, help you
Make it through the storm, my words to my born, "Feel me"

My words to my born
My to my first born

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two thousand somethin' it's a new era
A nigga's too real, now see shit too
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 fill this mattress, let my know I'm at this
this, the mack must roll, hood stroll
Ain't no question is it, the law hustlers
If it's related to chips, homey we'll ya

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

And keep God first and give for the good times
As as when it hurts
It's player haters 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 keep yo' up
You can call it what you to but it ain't gon' change
the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap game

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

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

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