Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

Amayah wake up
I know you're sleepin', but home now
Pictures gettin' old, my girl lookin' grown now
Your said you're talkin' on your own, walkin' on your own now
Run across the floor in them baby drawers

I sent you off tour and I miss you when I was tourin'
Smilin' at them pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God, how can somethin' so come from me?
After the gunshots, you was done with me

But I know, I'm livin' now, why you me put the guns down?
Pick up the mic, rappin' for a living now
My sun, my moon, my stars, my
My wind, my fire, my life, my

Tryin' to make your moms ya must be crazy, fussin' and fightin'
I she love me 'cause you looks just like me
Day you into this world, I was so excited
Eleven twenty one, double zero, my baby is here

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your
I to God it had to be true
Got a son now, the game, stoppin' the bullshit

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the time I heard your voice
I to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, the bullshit
The

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your
I prayed to God it had to be
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, the bullshit

Remember eyein' your enemy, can you quick
Dipped out Cali, came back, my son
My girl moms and I moved out
Yeah, your pop's gone bananas, seen went hard
house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar

Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you no dad nigga
Takin' your black ass to for all you have nigga
You see me and moms, that's another topic
no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it

Press rewind, you hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to steer you
Just remember your father you to go home
Never sing that sad song, cry

Just your father taught you to go home
sing that sad song, don't cry
Just remember your father taught you to go
Never sing that sad song, cry

Huh, daddy ain't gon' to you
let your moms school you
Don't let the streets you
Streets'll do you, that's why I'm to you

Yeah, you see these out here
Have you stressin' by the
Never your back
On your foes dudes cowards

Some sweet, and some sour
But we make it together
The is ours, and you're my flower
If it's ice, you can get that model hit
Never about the downfalls, just 'bout the get back

And I sayin' sex is wrong
Just make sure he a condom on
And never, ever do it in mother's home

Yeah, never call a girl a
respect, son, pop ya collar
Ain't nothin' free, scrape and lock dollar

And I will leave you this
My angel, daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, for you
Yeah, switchin' handles like you a zone
paint impala on the golden bridge, bouncin' on chrome