Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh Now, Cry Later

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

Nigga, I'ma do I wanna 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 grandmomma got to say
Nigga, I'm
Let me tell you a lil' about me

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

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

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

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
Investigators let you 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 these that my name is O'Shea

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

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

Fuck it, homey, I'ma laugh now and cry
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 fucked up, that y'all accept my calls
Tell momma, at least, she can send some
These walls y'all forget about me
I'm comin' home in two thirty-three

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

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

it, homey, I'ma 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, 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

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

Alright, first guys, let's go
Two, three, three, four, it up