Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Cry

How can you leave me standin,
Alone in a world so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or maybe I'm just my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just my mother,
never satisfied,
Why do we at each other,
This is what it like,(uh huh)
thugs cry,

yo, First off i got a come'n,
So I even front like I dont need nothin,
Dependin on record for me to see somethin,
But fall back, how the fuck I'm supposed to feed little Budden,
I've to jail before I've been a bum before,
But a nigga aint had a son before,
I've dealt wit pain and fire, I've bang wit fighta's,
But I aint never changed a dippa' (I ready)
Ever since i niggas been on my back,
Like mouse what up, I'm gettin on the track,
So the hood hates me, Figured they be kinda,
Like Joe and we come'n right behind'ya,
in the hood like that,
Since I'm responsible for everybody in the hood rap,
They don't how I do shit,
Say I changed, I'm the same nigga that ya'll went to school wit,
After all these years, still the drug addict,
And its up, I'm sober wit them same drug habits,
I pinch, thief, con, and lie, rob, shoot,
now is I aint high,
Cats is me, at least I gotta crew to warn me,
But I don't like walkin wit this 32 on me,
at least my mans is real, at least me there,
Is it rap, the answers yeah,
But I know...

How can you just me standin,
Alone in a world so cold,
I'm just to demandin,
Or I'm just like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just my mother,
never satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
This is what it like,
When cry,

Yo, I'm a surviva', I've seen days,
A boy wit my fathers ways,
But i had to see my mom in tears,
When pops went to the store for newports, that he musta' stay fine in years,
My brother lives in the same state, I didn't know that,
Yeah I gotta little brother, I didn't that
See I was never that,
if so I woulda' at the door wit a basketball and a Kodak,
Love my baby moms to death, she believe that,
I aint ever there for her to see that,
Don't lose my wiz, beggin her to do this bid,
Not jail but this shit,
And I family hate me, but we've come far,
us against the world un-armed, me and my girlfriend,
Come a time your mind aint right, and you palm a luga',
And you get to not bein useda',
I'm cool wit where the lord me,
But I my heat, and pray I never have to take it off safety,
I pray for all my niggas, pitchen on the curve City,
It'll get the it deserves,
I pray for me son, have genes like me,
Pray that he don't have to go everything me,
to god bring out the things, I never knew I had in me,
The of my mom and dad in me, (uhh huhh)

How can you leave me standin,
Alone in a world so cold,
I'm just to demandin,
Or maybe I'm like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
is what it sounds like,
When cry...