Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Daddy

[W.C.]
FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin been wantin to say for the longest
I'm givin peace to moms, cause moms was the
daddy abandoned me at a young age
And shoved me and my baby my mother's way
And comin home every night
I used to hear him momma by the neck, lookin for fights
Lit as a wino, but as a psycho
I used to hide under the covers with my closed
Cryin and hopin tonight that didn't trip
Cause momma already need in her top lip
daddy got mad and beat the hell out of her
And chairs against the wall every night, became a regular
I used to pray and hope that daddy die
Cause over nothin momma's a swoll up black eye
And at the end of my prayers, cryin to sleep
All I could think about was MY DADDY
A rounded family, yo I don't know
The way I grew up, wasn't like The Cosby Show
never gave me no props, just cheap shots
Say the wrong thing and I might get dropped
I remember times when I asked for a quarter
And pops was on the of a voluntary manslaughter
screamin about the bills he had to pay
The of his life, I thought about a runaway
Front for his friends and all his ends
on his women, his dope and alcohol
My brother, my mother and me got two's and
pants, Top Ramen, and holy shoes
It even got so scandalous, pops had me the night
graveyard chances
Sleepin in the bed with his kids
And I'm scared to tell my momma I might not live
I guess that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling
But me I'm a victim of the plague of the broken home
Another sad face the sickness
Daddy must die, God is my
For my mother wrong, and breakin up her happy home
The reason that I wrote song
is for those who or won't, I say it gladly
MY DADDY!
"Now you know, that you can't tell your momma we came tonight."
"But my moms."
"I don't care, I'm daddy -- boy you don't be talkin back"
"That right though."
"I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WRONG WITH YOU?"
"Yeah but that's my mom though, you do that."
"Don't talk back to me boy! Come here, I'll whoop your ass!"
[W.C.]
you momma for givin birth to me, God knows
you got an abortion, and didn't have to deal with me
I know the last years has been hell
You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as
I'm sorry for the times I trouble home
Without a daddy a lot I had to learn on my own
At the young age of nine I drinkin brews
And I even had to teach myself how to
And for my little things wasn't no better see
To him I was the closest thing he ever had to
Helped him with his and then taught him how to squab
wasn't around, cause see she had three jobs
Cause done tracked out, and left us with the bills
Now we eatin Wish burgers, and stale bread, and
Huh, and now that I back, I'm glad I was young
nowadays I mighta peeled his cap
Woulda up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary
Spendin most of my life, in security
But nah, cause I'll be goin out just a sucka
When I was young, told me that I'd grow to be nuttin
They keep tellin me is a loss so don't sweat
But I think of daddy I think of broke necks
Now, some might say I'm wrong for speakin the truth
But when you the truth you gotta kick the whole scoop
This a diss to every father cause some fathers are cool
This is a message from the Dub, I had to include
To every kid on the Circle like me, badly
Put up your finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, young ass punk daddy!"