Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

Amayah wake up
I know you're sleepin', but daddy's now
Pictures gettin' old, my lil' girl 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 from off tour and I miss you when I was
Smilin' at them pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God, how can somethin' so beautiful 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, rappin' 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, and fightin'
I know she love me 'cause you looks 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 I heard your voice
I to God it had to be true
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 to God it had to be true
Got a son now, the game, stoppin' the bullshit
The

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

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

Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you no dad nigga
your 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 steer you
Just remember your father you to go home
sing that sad song, don't cry

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

Huh, ain't gon' preach to you
I'ma let your school you
Don't let the streets you
do you, that's why I'm talkin' to you

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

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

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

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

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