Luyện nghe bài hát Little Man (i Love You)

1]
Dear
I won't take up too much of your
I you're trying to get your video-game grind on
And fine
Just gimme a second to empty my
I hit the road again to go and win this paper chase
I've been you and-
I'm of you man
You're growing up to be the best man you possibly can
I you understand
Why I go out of
I also my days are colder when you're not around
Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be adapted to the
daddy never lived inside the same shack
And I get this pain in my stomach's pit
what I get
I'm convinced it's my
For those nights I got and let go; at some bar
In some with some people I don't know
For all the times that the on your face
Reminded me of the days the dragonflies escaped
It me out how you pick up all my traits
From the way you spit to the fists that you make
I watch the way you try to keep your mom
learned that from you
You're supposed to that from daddy
I teach much when it comes to women
I safe and slow but don't know nothing 'bout the engine
You're good little man that's all I really meant
I you
You're my best friend, for listening

2]
Craig,
What up How it goes?
Yeah, me? Well, you know, you know, old, same old
Sorry that the phone ain't too routine
Just been runnin' around the tryin' to do my thing
the weeks fly a little too fast
And I go to sleep a little too trashed
Other I'm not sittin' on enough cash
And other times today feels too much like the
at night I would watch y'all fight
A child
Why your just ain't alright?
What's the about? Why's it in my house?
And even the are turned up too loud
Yeah, I got issues in my head
Knew we should've started 'em back when she left you
I'm not trying to get you down, I know you're now
But little man justs wants you to listen now
I'm over thirty, can't relations
All these wanna hurt me and I just don't have the patience
I trust 'em
And they're not help
When they start to and pull the buttons I don't trust myself
What pride, fists, and just might do?
I'm of my fate, don't wanna turn out like you
I've never hit a
I won't do
And for that alone I you and I wanna thank you old man

3]
Dear
What's on?
Not to say
Just checkin' in wit'cha trying to see wrong today
I know there's gotta be something your bruises
How's the love? How's the music? the self-abusiveness?
Got a lot to lose, it's breakin' shoulders
So you let your paranoia your bets for you
Too many cigarettes, up your voice
Too arguments, tryin' to test your poise
The only women love you are fans and family
Mom has no choice, but fans leave you
No rotation
In any
You're not ready to face you have no steady vocation
Plus you're gettin' old, raps are exhausted
Stop it, everybody knows that you've it
Singin' for these kids you know
When you should be at home with your own; you're on your telephone
Fightin' with your girl like it's you the world
Another drunk bedroom corner, curled up like a naked fetus
and save him Jesus
Place him back in time the Reaganomics and Adidas
Sometimes not impressed with the work you've done
And love isn't love if you didn't hurt
son says, "Hi dad."
dad says, "Whats up?"
And me, I wanna thank you, but I won't, just say, "Good luck."