Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Cry

Yeah,
Need y'all to feel me, yo,
my pain,
Said soft niggas last hard times, yo,
Believe shit,
Yea, (yeah) ay (ay),
Real niggas cry,
Look,
Yo-
Was just a with that fresh fade,
Bird chest, skinny,
hoop dreaming had me tryna be the next Penny,
Fresh on my feet,
Momma for everything I'm wearing,
At the fair staring at girls, not a in the world.
Aw. nigga, but shit done since "Mayne" was my nickname,
A little nigga things, tryna kick game,
Now I'm a man about my fam.
Let me explain,
like my pockets stay broke, and if not them shit's sprained.
And so I rap for my niggas in the struggle,
Feeling like the world's on back so you stumble,
And it like a quarterback get sacked, and then you fumble.
Jobs call a nigga back, so it's back to the hustle.
Niggas praying for moms,
At the time they moms pray for them.
Ask the Lord to with them, guide them on they way,
But damn a been a lost fate.
It on the usual,
The only you catch me up at church is a funeral.
(Damn)

Sometimes sunshine turn to my nigga,
The same ones you will bring you pain, my nigga,
I know if I'll see tomorrow,
I won't cry (no), I cry.
And in life times getting hard my nigga,
But fuck that, I'm for the stars, my nigga,
I stop- try 'til the day I die,
And I cry (no), I can't cry.
(Ay, ay, ay, yea)
(Listen, yo)

I sit back and the news every now and then,
Either get depressed or mad watching the world just crash,
Even the bad.
It be the shit, got my brain twisted,
Like, "Damn it's '06 and niggas still up on that shit? "
Yesterday this kid got his frame split,
Only seventeen, he was to graduate.
And like, three some stupid niggas got him for his chain,
But he fought back, they him and left him on the pavement. (uh)
And now they telling me little girl just got raped,
dude snatched her and she was standing at the bus stop,
Wait, man she eleven!

What the fuck is up with this
Got grown niggas fucking with girls?
Plus the harassing us,
Every week be blasting us, on or so they claim.
sympathizing like they truly know the pain, (right)
They her only son,
Make her wanna blow her out,
the channel nigga, I can't watch this.

Sometimes turn to rain my nigga,
The ones you love will bring you pain, my nigga,
I don't if I'll see tomorrow,
I won't cry (no), I cry.
And in this life times hard my nigga, (yea)
But that, I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga, (yea, uh)
I stop- try 'til the day I die,
And I won't cry (no), I cry.
(Ay, ay, ay, yea)
(Look, yo)

Take a through the city man,
And tell me you witness,
Poverty, richness, cops and misfits,
Violence, hatred, devastation,