Luyện nghe bài hát Little Man (i Love You)

1]
Dear
I won't up too much of your time
I know trying to get your video-game grind on
And fine
Just a second to empty my face
Before I hit the road again to go and win this paper
I've watching you and-
I'm of you man
growing up to be the best man that you possibly can
I you understand
Why I go out of
I also know my days are colder when not around
Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be adapted to the
daddy never lived inside the same shack
And sometimes I get this pain in my pit
what I get
I'm convinced it's my
For nights I got drunk and let go; at some bar
In some city with some people I know
For all the times that the lines on your
Reminded me of the days before the escaped
It trips me out how you pick up all my
From the way you spit to the fists that you make
I watch the way you try to keep your mom
Daddy learned from you
You're supposed to learn from daddy
I can't much when it comes to women
I drive safe and slow but don't know 'bout the engine
You're doing good man that's all I really meant
I you
You're my friend, thanks for listening

2]
Craig,
What up bones? How it
Yeah, me? Well, you know, you know, same old, old
Sorry the phone calls ain't too routine
Just runnin' around the globe tryin' to do my thing
Sometimes the weeks fly a little too
And I go to sleep a little too trashed
Other times I'm not on enough cash
And other times feels too much like the past
Sometimes at night I watch y'all fight
A child
Why life just ain't alright?
What's the about? Why's it in my house?
And even the memories are turned up too
Yeah, I got some in my head
Knew we should've started fixing 'em back when she you
I'm not trying to get you down, I you're different now
But little man justs wants you to listen now
I'm over thirty, can't maintain
All these women wanna hurt me and I just have the patience
I can't 'em
And they're not help
When they start to push and pull the buttons I don't myself
What pride, fists, and words might do?
I'm afraid of my fate, don't wanna turn out you
never hit a woman
I do coke
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 what's wrong
I know there's gotta be kickin' your bruises
How's the love? How's the How's the self-abusiveness?
Got a lot to lose, breakin' your shoulders
So you let your place your bets for you
Too many cigarettes, messin' up voice
Too arguments, tryin' to test your poise
The only women that you are fans and family
Mom has no choice, but fans you randomly
No rotation
In any
You're not ready to face that you have no steady
Plus you're gettin' old, raps are exhausted
Stop it, everybody knows that lost it
Singin' for these kids you know
When you should be at home with your instead you're on your telephone
Fightin' with girl like it's you against the world
drunk hotel bedroom corner, curled up like a naked fetus
Come and him Jesus
Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and
Sometimes you're not impressed with the work you've
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, I'll say, "Good luck."