Luyện nghe bài hát Words 2 My Firstborn

These are my words to my first

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

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

was supposed to be a easy hit, now shit is flipped
'Cause died over bullshit
not my dream, I'm seein' 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 through these tryin' times
Livin' blind, Lord help me my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore got to grow?

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

My to my first born
My words to my first

Since my very 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 seeds can't grow, we need more

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 in the hood only hearts torn
Love to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that up on the table
Wasn't to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able

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 up and down
This hard life got me walkin' with my head

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

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

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

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

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

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

And we lived a long hard 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 tell your kids nigga?
Who was you? What was you doin'? How did you put it
my words to my motherfuckin' first born
So they can know, Haha

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