Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy's Gone

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

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

See, the way shit go
And to the government she ain't but another hoe
all she want is food stamps
Give her a check and let her hang with the tramps

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

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

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

He just into another statistic
Claimin' black men don't do
But the way it is
And little do know daddy also sheds tears

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

Just sample, I guess
Of black men settin' bad
Thinkin' deep about the 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 that there's much more to it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So it is, brothers
If you have babies, you need to father 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 bitch up and tell her to make for daddy
'Cause if you don't you'll be
And the only thing say about daddy, is daddy is gone
Daddy's gone,