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 like my father, too bold,
I'm just like my mother,
Shes satisfied,
Why do we at each other,
This is it sounds like,(uh huh)
When cry,

yo, First off i got a come'n,
So I wont even like I dont need 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 jail before I've 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 a dippa' (I aint ready)
Ever since i niggas been on my back,
Like what up, when I'm gettin on the track,
So the hood hates me, Figured they be kinda,
Like Joe congratulations and we right behind'ya,
in the hood like that,
Since I'm responsible for everybody in the that rap,
They don't how I do shit,
Say I changed, I'm the same that ya'll went to high school wit,
all these years, still the same drug addict,
And its fucked up, I'm sober wit them drug habits,
I pinch, thief, con, and lie, rob, shoot,
Difference now is I high,
is after me, at least I gotta crew to warn me,
But I don't like walkin wit this 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,
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,
is what it sounds like,
When cry,

Yo, I'm a surviva', I've seen days,
A mommas boy wit my 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 little brother lives in the same state, I didn't that,
I gotta little brother, I didn't know that
See I was never that,
if so I woulda' been at the door wit a and a Kodak,
Love my baby moms to death, she believe that,
Shit I aint there for her to see that,
Don't wanna lose my wiz, beggin her to do bid,
Not jail but music shit,
And I your family me, but we've come far,
us against the world un-armed, me and my girlfriend,
Come a time when your 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 have to take it off safety,
I pray for all my niggas, pitchen on the Jersey City,
get the recognition it deserves,
I pray for me son, 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,
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,
thugs cry...