Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy's Gone

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

a young girl gave birth
Only a child, bringin' another child on earth
15 years of age
But comin' from the ghetto, it make the front page

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 with the school tramps

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

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

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

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

'Cause he don't 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 didn't bother?

Just another sample, I
Of black men bad examples
Thinkin' deep about the thing
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 do they know that there's much more to it

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

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

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

out the do', black
And never another look back
Now grandma's house is an home
Now daddy's gone, daddy's gone, yeah

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

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

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

So it is, brothers
If you gon' babies, you need to father them muthafuckas
if you don't in due time
Your kids'll speak about daddy exactly 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 right now your little kids even miss you

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