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, moms was the strongest
Cause daddy me at a young age
And shoved me and my baby my mother's way
And comin home late every
I used to hear him momma by the neck, lookin for fights
Lit as a wino, but sick as a
I used to hide under the covers my eyes closed
Cryin and hopin tonight daddy didn't trip
Cause momma need stitches in her top lip
Cause daddy got mad and the hell out of her
And throwin chairs against the wall night, became a regular
I used to pray and that daddy would die
Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up eye
And at the end of my prayers, cryin to sleep
All I could think was FUCK MY DADDY
A rounded family, yo I don't know
The way I grew up, nuthin like The Cosby Show
Pops never gave me no props, cheap shots
Say the wrong thing and I just might get
I remember times when I asked for a quarter
And pops was on the of a voluntary manslaughter
Always screamin about the he had to pay
The story of his life, I thought about a
for his friends and spendin all his ends
on his women, his dope and binges
My brother, my mother and me got and fews
Secondhand pants, Top Ramen, and holy
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 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
sad face with the sickness
Daddy die, God is my witness
For my mother wrong, and breakin up her happy home
The that I wrote this song
is for who can't or won't, I say it gladly
MY DADDY!
"Now you know, you can't tell your momma we came here tonight."
"But my moms."
"I care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be talkin back"
"That right though."
"I SAID you don't back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
"Yeah but that's my mom though, you do that."
"Don't back to me boy! Come here, I'll whoop your little ass!"
[W.C.]
Thank you momma for givin birth to me, God
you coulda got an abortion, and have to deal with me
I know the last twelve years has hell
You had two to play, momma and daddy as well
I'm sorry for the times I brought home
Without a daddy a lot I had to learn on my own
At the young age of nine I start drinkin
And I even had to teach how to screw
And for my little brother things no better see
To him I was the thing he ever had to daddy
him with his school and then taught him how to squab
Momma 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 I look back, I'm glad I was young
nowadays I mighta peeled his cap
Woulda up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary
most of my life, in maximum security
But nah, cause I'll be 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 so don't sweat
But everytime I of daddy I think of broke necks
Now, some might say that I'm wrong for speakin the
But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the whole
This ain't a diss to father cause some fathers are cool
This is a from the Dub, that I had to include
To every kid on the Circle like me, hurtin
Put up your finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, young ass motherfuckin daddy!"