Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy's Gone

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

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

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

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

And is so confusin' to her
herself 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 that before
Never a baby's voice before
And the daddy nowhere to be found
Too bein' a hoe around town

He just fall another statistic
Claimin' black men do shit
But the way it is
And do they know daddy also sheds tears

'Cause he don't know 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 his father didn't bother?

another sample, I guess
Of black men settin' bad
deep about the whole thing
Takes his bit of money 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 that there's much to it

'Cause marriage is
It takes lots of patience and
But they go and tie the knot
And be gettin' their own crib any day

The first 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 with her
And that adds to the muthafuckin' problems
now he's 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 is an unhappy home
Now daddy's gone, daddy's gone, yeah

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

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

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

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

So do yourself a
Take kids to the park, buy 'em shit, and they'll pay you later
But paying's not the
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
if you don't you'll be alone
And the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is
gone, yeah