Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

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

I sent you from off tour and I you when I was tourin'
Smilin' at baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
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 down?
up the mic, start 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 know she me 'cause you looks just like me
Day you into this world, I was so excited
Eleven twenty one, 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, cuttin' the game, stoppin' 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, stoppin' the
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, stoppin' the

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

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

Press rewind, you didn't me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to you right
Just remember your father you to go home
sing that sad song, don't cry

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

Huh, daddy gon' preach to you
I'ma let your school you
let the streets fool you
Streets'll do you, why I'm talkin' to you

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

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

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

Yeah, call a girl a bitch
Show respect, son, pop ya
Ain't nothin' free, scrape and every dollar

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