Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cry

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

I sent you from off tour and I miss you I was tourin'
at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God, how can somethin' so come from me?
After the gunshots, you was done 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 life ya be crazy, fussin' and fightin'
I know she love me 'cause you looks like me
Day you came 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, the game, stoppin' the bullshit

Yo, yo, you see rap shit, I do it for you
And the time I heard your voice
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 time I 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 pull
out Cali, came back, snatched my son
My girl moms and I out Maui
Yeah, your pop's gone bananas, seen wild went
Bigger house, wider yard, with the crash bar

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

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

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

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

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

Some sweet, and some sour
But we gon' make it
The world is ours, and my flower
If it's ice, you can get model chicks hit
stress about the downfalls, just 'bout the get back

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

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

And I will you with this
My angel, daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, for you
Yeah, switchin' handles you breakin' a zone
Candy paint impala on the golden bridge, bouncin' on