Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy's Gone

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

1971 a young girl gave
Only a child, bringin' 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 she ain't nothin' but another hoe
Thinkin' all she want is food
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 gotta
Between a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis

Never had to that choice before
heard a baby's voice before
And the daddy ain't to be found
Too bein' 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 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 his father didn't bother?

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

And asks her to 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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