Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy's Gone

Push, push, push,
Push, push, it comes
It's, a girl

1971 a young girl birth
a child, bringin' another child on this earth
Only 15 of age
But comin' from the ghetto, it won't make the front

See, that's the way go
And to the government she ain't nothin' but hoe
Thinkin' all she is food stamps
her a check and let her hang with the school tramps

And mama's mad
'Cause now she gotta her little girl grow up fast
Straight ghetto life, ghetto drama
Wanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's

And life is so to her
Askin' why is this happenin' to her
So now she choose
Between a box of Pampers and a of new tennis shoes

Never had to make choice before
Never a baby's voice before
And the daddy ain't nowhere to be
Too busy bein' a hoe town

He just fall another statistic
Claimin' men don't do shit
But the way it is
And little do they know also sheds tears

he don't know what to do
Be a to his child, or run with a crew
You might say, easy choice, be a
But why should he do it when his father bother?

Just sample, I guess
Of black men settin' bad
Thinkin' deep the whole thing
Takes his last bit of and goes to buy a gold ring

And her to marry her
Promise to get a job, so he can her
that's the way to do it
But little do they know there's much more to it

'Cause marriage is
It takes of patience and understandin'
But they go and tie the anyway
And they'll be gettin' their own any day

The first of months were alright
A new crib, to a new life
But then came the
And the constant got 'em thrown out their apartment

So now they gotta move in her momma
And that just adds to the muthafuckin'
'Cause now feelin' like he failed
And while they he grabs his shit and bails

out the do', black
And takes another look back
Now grandma's house is an unhappy
Now that gone, daddy's gone, yeah

Daddy broke before I in this muthafucka
And left the job to be done by my mother
Raised up by my son
my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance

So now I'm forced to up on my own two
'Cause mommy dear had to work three jobs,
He didn't want my friendship
I the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with

Too late to come around his drunk ass
And beatin' up my mom his punk ass
And shit got
I I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad

So it is, brothers
If you gon' have babies, you need to them muthafuckas
'Cause if you in due time
Your kids'll speak about daddy like I do mine

So do a favor
Take your kids to the park, buy 'em shit, and pay you later
But not the issue
If you'd die right now your little wouldn't even miss you

So put away your
Call your up and tell her to make room for daddy
'Cause if you you'll be alone
And the only thing say about daddy, is daddy is gone
gone, yeah