Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh Now, Cry Later

Uh huh, understand
I give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about
I ain't tryin' to hear of that shit

Nigga, I'ma do I wanna do
When I wanna do it, how I do it
And you better I don't do it to you

Now, I care what momma got to say
I don't what grandmomma got to say
Nigga, I'm
Let me tell you a somethin' about me

I was born not to a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup
it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up
Somebody slow it up, it up, smoke it up
My own momma can't me from loc'n up

One ear, out the other, one man out to
The neighborhood that left me without my brother
Fuck you, and you dirty motherfuckers
In the hood that still fuck rubbers

hop, bar hop, car shop, nail shop
To the mall, spend it all, why the not?
What bills, what rent, don't what's spent?
Why you care, do you for the government?

Fuck it, homey, I'ma now and cry later
Get your paper, we can laugh now and cry
All you players, you can now and cry later
Investigators let you laugh now and cry

See, I'm a of this urban decay
A nigga dyin' for tomorrow, but for today
A nigga lie, steal and and cheating's okay
Don't you tell these motherfuckers that my is O'Shea

'Cause I'ma up my baby's credit, let him regret it
Seven old, he's already got a jail record
I'm the one to blame, put it in my name
She's a drama queen, but I got the bling

I need the watch and the and the earrings
I you all to show up at my hearings
Tell the judge, I'm a nigga, good nigga
And I'ma play the sad face when he look,

Fuck it, homey, I'ma laugh now and cry
Get your paper, we can laugh now and cry
All you players, you can now and cry later
let you laugh now and cry later

It's fucked up, y'all won't accept my calls
Tell momma, at least, she can send drawers
These walls y'all forget about me
I'm home in two thousand thirty-three

But irrelevant, did you get the mail I sent?
I tell a bitch, you better stay celibate
She lyin' to me, tell me, who she ain't fuckin'
tell me that my homeboys ain't nothin'

Bun in the oven, it belong to my
Got the nerve to tell me you really love me
I'ma kill her ass when a nigga make
Hit her with my cane, 'cause a gray and old

Fuck it, homey, laugh now and cry later
Get paper, we can laugh now and cry later
All you players, you can now and cry later
Investigators let you laugh now and cry

Man, it right, man
You know, y'all ain't me right, man
A tryin' to do right, man
You know, I'm tryin' to change my life, man, you

I done found the Lord I'm in here, you know?
I I'm tryin' to do now, I mean
You know, I'm sorry for

That I, I I mean, you
That's up, how y'all doin' me, man
Y'all niggaz could at send me somethin'

Alright, first four guys, go
Two, three, three, four, it up