Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

Amayah wake up
I know sleepin', but daddy's home now
gettin' old, my lil' girl lookin' grown now
Your mom's said you're talkin' on your own, walkin' on own now
Run across the kitchen floor in 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 beautiful come me?
After the gunshots, you was done with me

But I know, I'm livin' now, why you made me put the 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 moms life ya must be crazy, fussin' and fightin'
I know she love me 'cause you looks just me
Day you came into world, I was so excited
Eleven twenty one, double zero, my 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, stoppin' the

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

eyein' your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, came back, my son
My girl moms and I moved out
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' your black ass to for all you have nigga
You see me and your moms, that's topic
Ain't no whip in world with a price you can't cop it

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

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

Huh, ain't gon' preach to you
I'ma let moms school you
let the streets fool you
Streets'll do you, why I'm talkin' to you

Yeah, you see these niggaz out
Have you stressin' by the
Never turn back
On foes them dudes cowards

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

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

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

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 impala on the golden bridge, bouncin' on chrome