Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Daddy

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