Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Cry

How can you just me standin,
Alone in a thats so cold,
I'm just to demandin,
Or I'm just like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
This is it sounds like,(uh huh)
When 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 supposed to feed Budden,
been to jail before I've been a bum before,
But a nigga never had a son before,
dealt wit pain and fire, I've done bang wit fighta's,
But I aint changed a dippa' (I aint ready)
Ever i signed niggas been on my back,
Like mouse up, when I'm gettin on the track,
So the hood hates me, Figured be much kinda,
Like Joe and we come'n right behind'ya,
in the hood like 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,
After all these years, still the 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 least I crew to warn me,
But I don't like walkin around wit 32 on me,
at my mans is real, at least me families there,
Is it rap, the answers yeah,
But I know...

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

Yo, I'm a surviva', I've darker days,
A mommas boy wit my ways,
But i had to see my mom in tears,
When went to the store for them newports, that he musta' stay fine in years,
My little brother lives in the same state, I didn't that,
Yeah I gotta brother, I didn't know that
See I was never that,
if so I woulda' been at the wit a basketball and a Kodak,
my baby moms to death, she don't believe that,
Shit I aint there for her to see that,
Don't wanna lose my wiz, beggin her to do bid,
Not but this music shit,
And I your hate me, but we've come far,
Just us against the un-armed, me and my girlfriend,
Come a when 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 hold my heat, and pray I never to take it off safety,
I for all my niggas, pitchen on the curve Jersey City,
It'll get the it deserves,
I pray for me son, he'll have genes me,
Pray that he have to go everything like 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 just 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 like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we scream at other,
This is what it like,
thugs cry...