Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Daddy

[W.C.]
FUCK MY DADDY, is I've been wantin to say for the longest
I'm givin peace to moms, cause was the strongest
daddy abandoned me at a young age
And me and my baby brother my mother's way
And home late every night
I used to him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights
Lit as a wino, but as a psycho
I used to under the covers with my eyes closed
and hopin tonight that daddy didn't trip
Cause already need stitches in her top lip
Cause daddy got mad and the hell out of her
And throwin chairs against the every night, became a regular
I used to pray and hope that would die
Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up eye
And at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to
All I could think about was MY DADDY
A well rounded family, yo I know
The way I up, wasn't nuthin like The Cosby Show
Pops never gave me no props, cheap shots
Say the wrong thing and I might get dropped
Cause I remember times when I asked for a
And pops was on the verge of a 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 and alcohol binges
My brother, my and me got two's and fews
Secondhand pants, Top Ramen, and holy
It got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the night
graveyard chances
Sleepin in the bed with his kids
And I'm to tell my momma cause I might not live
I guess you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone
But me I'm just a of the plague of the broken home
sad face with 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 or won't, I say it gladly
MY DADDY!
"Now you know, that you can't tell your we came here tonight."
"But my moms."
"I don't care, I'm your daddy -- boy you be talkin back"
"That right though."
"I SAID you talk back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG 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.]
Thank you momma for givin birth to me, God
you coulda got an abortion, and didn't have to deal me
I know the last twelve years has hell
You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as
I'm sorry for the I brought trouble home
Without a daddy thought a lot I had to on my own
At the young age of nine I start drinkin
And I even had to myself how to screw
And for my little things wasn't no better see
To him I was the closest thing he ever had to
him with his school and then taught him how to squab
Momma wasn't around, see she had three jobs
daddy 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
Cause I mighta peeled his cap
Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or
Spendin most of my life, in security
But nah, I'll be goin out just like a sucka
I was young, pops told me that I'd grow to be nuttin
They keep tellin me revenge is a loss so don't
But everytime I think of daddy I think of broke
Now, some might say that I'm wrong for speakin the
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 message the Dub, that I had to include
To every kid on the like me, hurtin badly
Put up your finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, young ass punk daddy!"