Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh Now, Cry Later

Uh huh, this
I don't give a fuck about y'all talkin' about
I ain't to hear none of that shit

Nigga, do what I wanna do
I wanna do it, how I wanna do it
And you better hope I do it to you

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

I was born not to give a fuck, drink, get your cup
Turn it up, throw it up, the world, blow it up
Somebody it up, roll it up, smoke it up
My own momma keep me from loc'n up

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

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

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
let you laugh now and cry later

See, I'm a product of this urban
A nigga dyin' for tomorrow, but live for
A nigga lie, and borrow and cheating's okay
Don't you tell motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea

'Cause I'ma up my baby's credit, let him regret it
months 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 need you all to show up at my
the judge, I'm a nice nigga, good nigga
And play the sad face when he look, nigga

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

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

But that's irrelevant, did you get the I sent?
What I tell a bitch, you better stay
She start to me, tell me, who she ain't fuckin'
Never tell me my homeboys ain't nothin'

Bun in the oven, it to my cousin
Got the nerve to me that you really love me
kill her ass when a nigga make parole
Hit her with my cane, 'cause a nigga and old

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

Man, it right, man
You know, ain't doin' 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

I, I I mean, you know
That's fucked up, how doin' me, man
Y'all could at least send me somethin'

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