Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh Now, Cry Later

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

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

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

I was not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup
Turn it up, throw it up, the world, blow it up
slow it up, roll 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 me here without my brother
Fuck you, undercovers and you motherfuckers
In the hood that still fuck rubbers

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

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

See, I'm a product of this urban
A dyin' for tomorrow, but live for today
A nigga lie, steal and and cheating's okay
you tell these motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea

'Cause I'ma fuck up my 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 queen, but I got the bling bling

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

it, homey, I'ma laugh 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 now and cry later

It's fucked up, that y'all accept my calls
Tell momma, at least, she can some drawers
These make y'all forget about me
I'm comin' home in two thousand

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

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

Fuck it, homey, laugh 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

Man, it right, man
You know, y'all doin' me right, man
A tryin' to do right, man
You know, I'm to change my life, man, you know?

I done found the Lord I'm in here, you know?
I I'm to do right 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