Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

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

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

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

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

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

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
The

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you see these niggaz out
you stressin' by the hour
Never turn your
On your them dudes cowards

days sweet, and some sour
But we gon' it together
The world is ours, and my flower
If it's ice, you can get model chicks hit
Never stress about the downfalls, just 'bout the get

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

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

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