Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Daddy

[W.C.]
FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin I've wantin to say for the longest
I'm givin peace to moms, cause moms was the
Cause daddy abandoned me at a age
And shoved me and my brother my mother's way
And comin late every night
I to hear him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights
Lit as a wino, but sick as a
I used to hide the covers with my eyes closed
Cryin and tonight that daddy didn't trip
momma already need stitches in her top lip
Cause daddy got mad and the hell out of her
And throwin chairs against the wall every night, a regular
I to pray and hope that daddy would die
Cause over momma's sufferin a swoll up black eye
And at the end of my prayers, myself to sleep
All I could think about was FUCK MY
A well family, yo I don't know
The way I grew up, wasn't like The Cosby Show
Pops never gave me no props, cheap shots
Say the wrong thing and I just get dropped
I remember times when I asked for a quarter
And pops was on the verge of a manslaughter
Always screamin about the he had to pay
The story of his life, I about a runaway
for his friends and spendin all his ends
on his women, his dope and alcohol
My brother, my and me got two's and fews
pants, Top Ramen, and holy shoes
It even got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the
takin chances
Sleepin in the bed with his girlfriend
And I'm scared to tell my momma cause I might not
I guess that you can say Poppa was a Rolling Stone
But me I'm just a of the plague of the broken home
Another sad face the sickness
Daddy die, God is my witness
For doin my wrong, and breakin up her happy home
The reason that I wrote song
is for those who can't or won't, I say it
MY DADDY!
"Now you know, that you can't tell momma we came here tonight."
"But my moms."
"I don't care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be back"
"That right though."
"I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WHAT'S WITH YOU?"
"Yeah but my mom though, you can't do that."
"Don't talk back to me boy! here, I'll whoop your little ass!"
[W.C.]
you momma for givin birth to me, God knows
you coulda got an abortion, and didn't to deal with me
I know the last twelve years has been
You had two roles to play, momma and as well
I'm sorry for the times I trouble home
a daddy thought a lot I had to learn on my own
At the age of nine I start drinkin brews
And I had to teach myself how to screw
And for my little brother things no better see
To him I was the thing he ever had to daddy
Helped him his school and then taught him how to squab
Momma wasn't around, cause see she had three
Cause daddy tracked out, and left us with the bills
Now we Wish burgers, and stale bread, and Skittles
Huh, and now that I look back, I'm glad I was
nowadays I mighta peeled his cap
Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or
most of my life, in maximum security
But nah, cause I'll be goin out like a sucka
When I was young, told me that I'd grow to be nuttin
They keep tellin me revenge is a so don't sweat
But I think of daddy I think of broke necks
Now, might say that I'm wrong for speakin the truth
But when you tell the truth you kick the whole scoop
This ain't a diss to every cause some fathers are cool
This is a from the Dub, that I had to include
To kid on the Circle like me, hurtin badly
Put up middle finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, ass punk motherfuckin daddy!"