Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy's Gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

He fall into another statistic
black men don't do shit
But the way it is
And little do they know daddy also tears

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

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

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

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

The first couple of months alright
A new crib, to a new life
But then the arguments
And the constant fightin' got 'em thrown out their

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

Smooth out the do',
And never takes another look
Now grandma's house is an home
Now that daddy's gone, gone, yeah

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

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

Too late to around with his drunk ass
And up my mom with his punk ass
And got dread
I guess I talk so bad about my dad

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

So do yourself a
your kids to the park, buy 'em shit, and they'll pay you later
But not the issue
If you'd die right now your little kids 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 thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone
Daddy's gone,