Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Cry

How can you leave me standin,
in a world thats so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or maybe I'm just my father, too bold,
I'm just like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
This is what it like,(uh huh)
thugs cry,

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

How can you just me standin,
Alone in a world so cold,
Maybe I'm to demandin,
Or maybe I'm like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just my mother,
never satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
This is what it like,
thugs 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,
pops went to the store for them newports, that he musta' stay fine in years,
My little brother lives in the state, I didn't know that,
Yeah I gotta little brother, I know that
See I was told that,
if so I woulda' been at the wit a basketball and a Kodak,
Love my baby moms to death, she don't that,
Shit I ever there for her to see that,
Don't wanna my wiz, beggin her to do this bid,
Not but this music shit,
And I your family hate me, but we've far,
us against the world un-armed, me and my girlfriend,
Come a time when 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 Jersey City,
It'll get the it deserves,
I for me son, he'll have genes like me,
Pray that he don't have to go everything me,
Pray to god bring out the things, I knew I had in me,
The of my mom and dad in me, (uhh huhh)

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