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 to moms, cause moms was the strongest
Cause daddy me at a young age
And shoved me and my brother my mother's way
And comin home late night
I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck, for fights
Lit as a wino, but as a psycho
I used to under the covers with my eyes closed
Cryin and hopin tonight daddy didn't trip
Cause momma already stitches in her top lip
Cause daddy got mad and beat the out of her
And throwin chairs against the every night, became a regular
I used to pray and hope that daddy die
Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up eye
And at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to
All I could about was FUCK MY DADDY
A well family, yo I don't know
The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin The Cosby Show
Pops never gave me no props, cheap shots
Say the wrong thing and I just might get
Cause I remember times when I for a quarter
And was on the verge of a voluntary manslaughter
Always screamin the bills he had to pay
The of his life, I thought about a runaway
for his friends and spendin all his ends
on his women, his and alcohol binges
My brother, my mother and me got two's and
Secondhand pants, Top Ramen, and shoes
It got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the night
takin graveyard
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 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 that I wrote this song
is for those who or won't, I say it gladly
MY DADDY!
"Now you know, that you can't tell momma we came here tonight."
"But my moms."
"I care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be talkin back"
"That ain't though."
"I you don't talk 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 birth to me, God knows
you coulda got an abortion, and have to deal with me
I the last twelve years has been hell
You had two roles to play, momma and as well
I'm sorry for the times I trouble home
Without a daddy thought a lot I had to on my own
At the young age of nine I drinkin brews
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 had to daddy
Helped him with his school and then taught him how to
Momma wasn't around, cause see she had jobs
Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us 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, I'll be goin out just 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 of broke necks
Now, some say that I'm wrong for speakin the truth
But when you tell the you gotta kick the whole scoop
This ain't a diss to every father cause fathers are cool
This is a message from the Dub, I had to include
To every kid on the like me, hurtin badly
Put up your finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, ass punk motherfuckin daddy!"