Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

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

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

But I know, I'm livin' now, why you made me put the guns
Pick up the mic, start rappin' for a 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 came into this world, I was so
Eleven one, double zero, my baby girl is here

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

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I your voice
I prayed to God it had to be
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, the game, stoppin' the bullshit

Remember eyein' enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, back, snatched my son
My girl moms and I out Maui
Yeah, your gone bananas, seen wild went hard
Bigger house, wider yard, nappy the crash bar

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

rewind, you didn't hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm to steer you right
Just remember 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
Just remember father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, cry

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

Yeah, you see niggaz out here
Have you by the hour
turn your back
On your them dudes cowards

Some days sweet, and sour
But we gon' it together
The world is ours, and you're my
If it's ice, you can get that model hit
Never stress the downfalls, just 'bout the get back

And I ain't sayin' sex is
make sure he strap a condom on
And never, ever do it in mother's home

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

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