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 in the pen, had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it
Too bullshittin', caught him with his mouth runnin'

Ain't this a bitch, they got me twisted in this
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 runnin' in the drug

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

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

And right 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 wasn't warned, you
Make it through the storm, my to my first born, "Feel me"

My words to my born
My words to my born

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

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

Ain't no love in the hood only torn
letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe, the family 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 change livin' up and
This hard got me walkin' with my head down

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

My to my first born
Yeah, these are the words to my born
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 than just this scrilla and this tilt, what else is it dawg?
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my got they milk

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

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

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

And we done lived a long life
And we done shed so many tears under 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' tell your nigga?
Who was you? What was you doin'? How did you put it
These my to my motherfuckin' first born
So they can know, Haha

nuttin' but a motherfuckin' rider, wessyde 'til I die
That's all it was, a crooked-ass hand
They deal a motherfucker, I played to win
I just played to win, motherfucker got a better guess I