Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy's Gone

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

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

See, the way shit go
And to the government she nothin' but another hoe
Thinkin' all she is food stamps
Give her a check and let her hang with the school

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

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

Never had to make choice before
Never heard a baby's before
And the daddy ain't to be found
Too bein' a hoe around town

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

'Cause he don't know to do
Be a father to his child, or run a crew
You say, easy choice, be a father
But why should he do it when his father didn't

Just another sample, I
Of black men bad examples
Thinkin' about the whole thing
his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring

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

marriage is demandin'
It lots of patience and understandin'
But they go and tie the knot
And they'll be gettin' their own any day

The couple of months were alright
A new crib, to a new life
But came the arguments
And the constant fightin' got 'em thrown out apartment

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

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

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

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

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

So here it is,
If you gon' have babies, you to father them muthafuckas
'Cause if you don't in due
Your kids'll speak about exactly like I do mine

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

So put away caddy
your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy
'Cause if you don't be alone
And the only thing they'll say about daddy, is is gone
Daddy's gone,